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[vxnillabxn]

Hello! First I want to say I loooove your writing and checking your blog every day is a must! You portray the guys so well too! I have a quite specific request, ignore it if you don’t like it please. So I’m pretty sensitive and I cry often. Happy tears, sad tears, overwhelmed tears, tearing up while watching cute animal videos etc. I’m not trying to push my feelings onto others and I don’t want to always be coddled or comforted. But at the same time it hurts when people become completely desensitized to my emotions, rolling their eyes or becoming annoyed 🫠 How do you think the Lis would be with someone like that?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x sensitive gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚ah, yes. i'm a certified crybaby, so this? this is so me. this was such a cute request! i tried to keep it light and fluffy, because it has to do a lot with trust and knowing each other, which is such a cute and essential thing in a relationship. Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡ thanks for the request, pretty anonnie. lots of hugs! ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚you never have to worry with him, because he's always able to identify the reason behind your tears.

﹙♡﹚if you cry because of a cute video, he'll kiss your head as he walks by, unable to hide how cute he thinks you are.

﹙♡﹚if you're crying because you saw something that made you a little bit sad, he'll also walk by and wipe away your tears before you can even react, shooting you a soft smile before leaving.

﹙♡﹚and most of the time, he comes back with something to distract you; like a meme he found funny and saved just for you, or your favorite savory snack.

﹙♡﹚he wouldn't say he's “used” to your tears, but he certainly knows how to react and when to actually step in and comfort you. come on —when it comes to you, it's like second nature to him.

﹙♡﹚with that said, he teases you soooo much if you're crying over something silly, and he won't let you forget it.

﹙♡﹚that one time you bawled your eyes out seeing a puppy dressed up as a bee? yeah, he'll remind you of that. and hopefully, you'll laugh and replace those past tears with present happiness and playfulness. that's what he's here for, after all.

﹙♡﹚most of the time, though, he'll wait for you to come to him if your tears come from anxiety or feeling overwhelmed; and it's always with a knowing smile and his arms ready to embrace you.

﹙♡﹚and that's because he's created such a safe space for you to just… feel, without him panicking and overly worrying about you, nor flat out ignoring your feelings.

﹙♡﹚so you never have to avoid crying, because you know he'll always be there, ready to hold you when you truly need it, without either of you having to say a word about it.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he wants to know. yeah, he's nosy, but can you blame him? you're literally crying, and he really wants to know why.

﹙♡﹚once he discovers it's because you're sensitive, he'll understand a bit better. he's a crier too… sometimes. he gets you.

﹙♡﹚…but then, he sees you crying when you're happy. and then, when you see cute things. and then, when you get annoyed.

﹙♡﹚and he naturally reacts every time. don't get mad at him for asking or for trying to watch your screen if you're on your phone —he just wants to help!

﹙♡﹚over time, though, he starts picking up context clues. for example, if you're on your phone and there's a cute birdie on the screen… those are happy tears, abort mission.

﹙♡﹚oh gosh, you're crying today! but oh… you're seeing an elderly couple dancing together. okay, cutie. just a soft smooch on the forehead for you. you may proceed.

﹙♡﹚and even when he doesn't comfort you every time, he'll definitely try to feel what you're feeling, even if it gets a bit invasive.

﹙♡﹚so… if you're reading something sad, he'll probably read it too afterwards, or peek at your screen to try and get your perspective. such an empath.

﹙♡﹚after some time, i feel it will be quite refreshing to just… feel freely around him, because he'll never judge you. cry as much as your heart desires, pearl.

﹙♡﹚also, he'll probably gush over the same things or let his emotions overflow… yes, even when it comes to the kitten videos. not even he can stop the faucets from running when he sees such tiny paws.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚first instinct is to approach —quietly, mostly— and assess what the situation is. because why are there tears streaming down your pretty face?

﹙♡﹚he'll quickly notice what kind of tears they are. i mean… if he can smell the changes in your body, he can most definitely smell your tears and the chemical stuff that comes with them.

﹙♡﹚say whatever you want, but you can't stop him from comforting you. no, no, it doesn't matter how strong and independent you are, he needs to.

﹙♡﹚but don't worry, it isn't overwhelming. most of the time, if he sees you crying over something cute or happy, he'll cradle your face and kiss your cheeks. you can keep crying if you want.

﹙♡﹚if you're crying over something sad or heartbreaking, he'll caress your back or hair silently. he won't ask what's wrong nor become overbearing, but he just wants you to know he's there.

﹙♡﹚now, if you're crying over something extreme and really gut-wrenching, he'll have to step in immediately.

﹙♡﹚i don't care what anyone says, he adores you. he's smitten. he'll look at you with so much love, even if you're ugly crying over mephisto bringing you treasures.

﹙♡﹚and he'll make sure you know he will be there at any time —when you're happy, sad, tired, angry.

﹙♡﹚…but he'll also tease you when the storm passes —only if he sees you in the mood for it.

﹙♡﹚otherwise? you're his sensitive kitten, and he is more than pleased to be the one who understands every minuscule change in your behavior, and how to handle them when you need him to.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh no. he might start malfunctioning if he sees you crying over something that isn't… sad.

﹙♡﹚i mean, sure, he knows people can cry out of happiness or when a feeling gets too overwhelming to handle or suppress.

﹙♡﹚but… he's trying to understand when that happens, and how to proceed without making the situation worse or making you feel uncomfortable.

﹙♡﹚most of the time, in order not to screw up, he'll directly ask what's going on.

﹙♡﹚that, or he'll just stare at you, cocking his head to the side with concern in his puppy eyes. he's trying his best.

﹙♡﹚“...are those happy tears? do you… need a hug?” or “...did you watch another cute animals video compilation?”

﹙♡﹚in his case, it's better to be upfront and explain what you need. he won't think your crying is ridiculous or unnecessary; he just needs some guidance, because he'll gladly hug you tight or give you some space.

﹙♡﹚i feel like he would get “used” to your tears, but not in a bad way. he'll never feel bored or tired of having to assist you.

﹙♡﹚rather, he gets “used” to it in a “i know what makes you cry, and i know what to do about it, so don't worry, my star” kind of way.

﹙♡﹚and he truly is very effective. you're sniffling? kiss. you're wailing and quietly begging to be held? you're already in his arms under tons of blankets. you don't feel like talking to anyone? poof —he's gone.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚okay, as sweet as this man is, he'll bluntly ask what you need him to do beforehand, during, and after.

﹙♡﹚he asks once, though. when you tell him what makes you comfortable, and what approaches you need for each scenario, he'll apply them the next time, no questions asked.

﹙♡﹚he never complains, never ridicules, never gets annoyed when you cry.

﹙♡﹚if anything, he finds it endearing how easily you do so, how easily you cry and show your emotions, and how deeply your heart feels.

﹙♡﹚if you decide to show him what made you cry, you will see him trying his best to be empathetic.

﹙♡﹚“yes. that seems rather… tear-inducing, my love.” sigh. at least he makes you smile.

﹙♡﹚he is also very good at reading you, naturally. he knows when you might start crying based on your eyebrows, your lower lip, your body language.

﹙♡﹚and most of the time, he's already close to you, —when he is at home— watching you quietly until the tears start falling.

﹙♡﹚if you do cry over something serious, it'll break his heart too, and he'll always be there, waiting for you to need his warmth.

﹙♡﹚and even when you need some space to cry it out and relax, you'll always have his presence and his constant understanding, so when you finally reach out, he won't think twice before holding you.

[vxnillabxn]

HAIII can i request something with zayne and/or rafayel (one of them or both, it can be however long you want it to be) where they get emotionally vulnerable or needy and mc/reader comforts/takes care of them?

I just want to hold my boys, they suffer too much in the game :(( kind of a hurt/comfort thing, so any amount of angst is welcome

(And sorry if the request is too vague or ooc you can totally ignore if it is) -🐈‍⬛

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel; zayne! x gn!reader ꩜ separate ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚SO, as you can tell, i got a bit carried away because these two are my babies and i just love them so much but they are constantly suffering and— BUT YEAH!! i wish we could just hold them, kiss them and tell them everything is just fine. ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა thanks for the request, and i'm sorry if it seems too rushed??? i try to write more comfort so as to not suffer too much, lmao

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

rafayel knew how and when to show his emotions.

he could cry, he could smile, he could throw tantrums and seemingly get upset.

but everything was perfectly planned, perfectly controlled, perfectly executed.

at first, he still had this public figure attitude with you; always charismatic and charming.

but soon enough, the more time you two spent together, and the more your hearts blended as one, his true self started to show.

and deep down, he was more wounded than he wanted to admit.

he was scared, he was vulnerable, he was anxious.

he didn't want to lose you, he didn't want to spend more time away from you, and he didn't want you to leave him.

you didn't notice, and, to be honest, he didn't expect you to.

after all, he cried at night while you slept, or he broke down as soon as you left his place.

and for a few months, he could bear it because you were still there, and things were going okay, so why would he keep worrying?

however, his mind kept telling him that when things were this good, they would somehow and inevitably crash.

and he didn't want that to happen, but he also didn't know how to prevent it.

holding you in his arms made him feel uneasy, kissing you made his heart drop.

he loved those gestures, but he wondered how much longer he could keep doing them, how much longer you'd stay by his side.

he was already grieving a loss that hadn't —and wouldn't— happen.

and eventually, you started noticing.

he stopped kissing you that much, and when he touched you, he would flinch, as if your skin burned him.

so you had to ask what was wrong…

rafayel couldn't hold it in anymore.

he cried, kneeling down in front of you, clutching his chest as if his heart threatened to escape.

he couldn't talk; the sobs were too loud, too piercing, too suffocating.

and the only thing you could do was kneel as well and hold him close, until his arms wrapped themselves around your body so, so tight, afraid of letting go.

his body was shaking, his hands were clutching your back, and his tears wet your shirt until there was a stain.

you didn't know how to react or what else to say to comfort him, because you truly couldn't imagine what was going through the mind of such an expressive man that you hadn't noticed earlier.

and it felt like years until he finally took a shaky breath, and his voice came out small, worn out.

weak.

“don't… leave me.”

you were perplexed.

why would he think so?

why would he think you would leave or break up with him?

did you accidentally give him mixed signals?

“raf… baby, why would you say that?”

your hands were instantly cupping his cheeks, and he looked at you like a devoted man looks at his one and only deity.

with so much reverence, but so much fear, too.

he leaned against your touch desperately, and you could practically see how his mind was trying to form cohesive sentences.

he was a smooth talker, but right now?

his mind was racing.

“i won't leave you, rafayel. i don't want to.”

he closed his eyes, and more tears streamed down his face.

he wanted to protest, but there was nothing to protest about.

you were firm and confident about your position.

“i swear. i swear it on my heart and on the love i have for you.”

he pulled you closer, and you could hear his labored breathing, his panting, his sniffles.

and after some quiet minutes, he spoke.

“this will end. this, us, everything… it will end, eventually. what will i do then? what will i do without you? i don't… i don't think i can live—”

you tensed up, and quickly pulled back to look into his reddened eyes, cutting him off.

had he been carrying these thoughts all this time?

your heart was pounding just as much as his now, but you couldn't crumble.

not when he needed something to hold on to.

“rafayel, don't… don't finish that thought.”

you plead, and he listens.

he swallows his sobs, looking into your eyes intently.

“but it… it feels like we're diving and diving until… until there is no ground and everything turns dark, scary, lonely…”

you softly hush him, circling his cheeks with your thumbs.

“hey, raf, listen to me.”

he sighed, and his hands shakily found your waist.

you sat on your heels and pulled his head to your chest, now caressing his soft locks with tenderness.

“i'm not promising forever… i'm promising today,” your voice was soft, reassuring, even when you were just as shaken up as him. “i'm choosing you today, just as i chose you yesterday, and just as i will choose you tomorrow.”

his fingernails dug into your skin under your clothes, and he pushed himself impossibly closer.

“i wouldn't have trusted you with my heart if i didn't think this was a good thing. we have a good thing, raf.”

he finally looked up again, still hiding half of his face on your chest.

“what if it… isn't always good?”

you sigh softly and lean in to kiss his forehead.

“well, it is good today, and it was good yesterday, wasn't it?”

he nods after a few seconds.

“it was.”

“and i love you so much today, more than i loved you yesterday. do you love me today too?”

he sat down on his heels again, now wiping away the tears from his face.

“immensely.”

“then why don't we focus on today, hm?”

you lovingly caress his face before kissing the corner of his lips.

and he smiles, taking your hand and kissing the palm of it.

“today.”

“mhm. today.”

you echo, and eventually, you two stand up from the floor.

you hug him tight, and he pulls you in to kiss your head.

“i trust you with my heart too…”

and your lips curl up in a soft smile. you tilt your head to kiss his chest, just over where his heart is.

and when you guide him to his bedroom, you reassure him with love and tenderness.

you let him rest over your chest, you let him look and take in this moment; the present, the “now”, and you let him kiss you as much as he desires, because you know he's convincing himself that you're still here.

the sincerity in your eyes, and your fingers slowly massaging his back and shoulders as you whisper praises, convince him further.

not only that you love him, but that you were truthful when saying you'd choose him over and over.

and tomorrow stops being so scary, dark, and unknown under your kisses.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

he wasn't good for you.

he just wasn't.

he was emotionally unavailable at times, he never fully understood how to love like other people did.

he was dangerous, he could push you away with no remorse, he could easily go away without explaining a word.

he could hurt you again.

and these were all the things he constantly reminded himself of when he had you in his arms, so peaceful and trusting.

so loving and constant.

so perfect; too perfect for someone like him.

things were excellent as well.

work was manageable, you always visited and brought him lunch, you two went on dates constantly, and every night, you both loved each other for hours and hours, not caring about anything else.

and he started to wonder if he truly deserved this.

was he stealing these moments from someone else?

was he —selfishly so— keeping you to himself, when maybe… you could be giving yourself to someone who did deserve it?

how long would it take for the universe to punish him for enjoying something he wasn't worthy of?

he didn't know whether to wait for that to happen, or to… just leave you, set you free, allow you to be truly happy.

and whenever he made up his mind, at least a little bit, you came over, smiled brightly and kissed him until he was breathless, making it impossible for him to leave.

the next weeks were just as torturous, because you had been together for almost a year now, and you two were pretty much the perfect couple.

but he knew better, he knew his true self would come out.

he would ruin it all again, and he would hurt you.

and you cluelessly mistook his attitude for stress.

he's a doctor; a cardiac surgeon no less.

stress is his middle name, isn't it?

you just needed to be more supportive and kiss him a bit more before he left, because he needed more of your love and reassurance.

…

and you weren't wrong.

in fact, that was exactly what he needed, but he was too blinded by his own self-hatred to see it, and the closer you got, the further apart he grew.

until you noticed, because you weren't stupid.

and when he started avoiding your hugs and kisses, you immediately knew something was wrong.

you knocked on his office door the next day.

not only had he left without saying goodbye; he hadn't even taken the lunchbox you left for him on the kitchen counter.

“come in.”

you stepped inside and closed the door behind you quietly, trying to evaluate the situation first.

you approached his desk and placed his lunch on top of it.

“zayne?”

you called out.

his fingers froze as he typed, but he quickly resumed.

“zayne… is something wrong?”

he looked up at you, before his gaze fell back on his laptop's screen.

“why would there be?”

and your eyebrows quickly furrowed.

this wasn't like him at all.

this wasn't the gentle, emotionally available and responsible man you loved so much.

“did i do something wrong?”

and apparently, that triggered something in him, because he fully stopped working, and his eyebrows furrowed as well.

what?

you… doing something wrong?

he's the one who is wrong in this relationship, not you.

“...you did not.”

and even though his answer was genuine, you were even more confused.

“then… is something bothering you? is it stress? is it because i'm moving in? i swear i won't be messy, zayne… or is it because i ate the last muffin? i truly didn't—”

he suddenly stood up, and his hands were slightly clenched by his sides.

when you looked up at him, you didn't see zayne.

you saw dr. li.

calculating, efficient, direct.

“i said you did nothing wrong.”

…cold.

you stepped closer.

“well, then tell me, zayne. because i don't get why you're acting so… distant.”

he remained in place, but he averted his gaze.

and for the longest minute, he stayed quiet.

“zayne, please—”

“i do not deserve you.”

his words froze you in place.

they sent chills down your spine, because you didn't expect them.

“...come again?”

“i do not deserve you. i am nothing but bad for you.”

and then he went on.

how he's dangerous, how he's not emotionally available, how he's not worthy of you.

and each sentence broke both his heart and yours.

because as he said them out loud, he started to believe them.

meanwhile, you started to feel for him.

you thought he was the opposite, and he had actually shown you so with his constant actions, his consideration, his care and his love.

he was gentle, he was sincere, you could always tell what he thought, and he was very responsible and careful with your heart.

so why would he ever describe himself with such harmful words that didn't apply to him at all?

it baffled you.

and he kept talking in his monotonous and seemingly detached voice, but you knew he was in pain.

his eyes weren't sparkling, he couldn't look you in the eye, and the room felt gradually colder.

“stop!”

you finally pleaded, and your hands met his desk, making his eyes widen.

he finally looked into your tearful eyes, and he noticed you were shaking.

“stop, stop… stop telling lies, stop lying zayne, stop!” you shook your head vehemently. “you're none of those things, none! the man you described? he sounds nothing like you, and i know you, zayne. i know you well enough to be sure of it.”

he watched as you approached with determined strides, and when you pushed him back to his chair, he quickly tensed up.

but you kept talking.

“don't you dare say you don't deserve me. don't you dare try to decide who i should be with or who is worthy of my heart. i gave it to you already, all of it! i want you to have it, zayne. no one else.”

before he could look away, you pressed your hands to his cheeks.

“you… you save hearts for a living, yet you're willing to give mine away? just like that? just because you… you've convinced yourself of such awful lies?”

you could feel his jaw clenching slightly under your hands.

not out of anger; but out of fear.

“...don't you love me, zayne? i love you. i love you so much, and even if you pushed me away, i wouldn't leave you so easily. who do you think i am?”

his heart shattered when he listened to your words.

because he did love you, and god, would it break him to push you away.

but that was exactly what he thought he was capable of doing; what he was about to do.

yet he couldn't.

so maybe… maybe he wasn't the monster he had convinced himself to be.

your noses brushed together; slowly, just the tip of yours rubbing the bridge of his.

he flinched at first.

but then, he leaned in, until your foreheads pressed together, a bit clumsily, but close.

“i do love you. i love you so, so much.”

“don't leave me, zayne.”

you whispered against his lips, and he closed his eyes, as if your warm breath was pulling him in.

“i… do not want to.”

he admitted, his voice wavering a bit.

“then stay. stay and love me, zayne. love me like you've always done; gently, sincerely, genuinely.”

he nuzzled your cheek, and then he went down to your neck, where he felt your pulse.

your heart was beating fast, from the anger, from the fear, from the desperation of him leaving without having done anything wrong.

you clutched his lab coat, just where his name lay.

“you're not a monster. you are zayne, my loving, caring zayne…”

he looked up at you, and you kissed his temple.

“i am not a monster.”

he whispered back, and you sighed in relief, pulling him closer to you, until his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

and he pulled you in by your waist, until you were straddling his lap.

you both held each other in silence, tightly, and you kissed the crown of his head over and over, cradling him closer so he couldn't pull back.

and he didn't want to.

you still knew this would take some time, because those thoughts had been eating him alive for who knows how long.

but you were willing to help him, now that you knew exactly what was going through his mind.

and that evening, you hand-fed him the lunch you brought, whispering sweet nothings as he slowly chewed and looked up at you with nothing but adoration.

you'd reassure him how loving and deserving he was… with baby steps, but always constant.

because if there's anyone who deserves to be loved and truly understood, it's him.

[vxnillabxn]

OMG YOU WROTE MY REQUEST! THANK YOU SM LOVEEEE (≧ヮ≦) 💕 i'm so happy, it's so cuteeee!! can i pretty please make another request that mc say to LIs that she's tired of being a hunter and want to retired, she also started to dress more feminine you know like mini skirt, pastel colour and have cute accessories, THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!!!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ also if you don't want to write it, it's totally fine!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x fem!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚honestly, this would be me ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ i'm such a scaredy-cat, and i can't fight to save my life, so i would definitely fail as a hunter. also... this might be a hot take, but, as a tall and intimidating-looking girly, i love the idea of being taken care of, and feeling pretty and girly. sure, this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but i feel like being feminine and wanting someone to protect you doesn't make you less strong ??? anyway, thanks for the request, anonnie! 𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚thank god.

﹙♡﹚he's happy, like… truly happy. obviously, it's because you willingly chose to retire. if they had fired you or something along those lines, his reaction wouldn't be so positive.

﹙♡﹚but he's relieved that you won't put yourself in harm's way anymore, and that your life will be much safer and calmer now that you chose another path.

﹙♡﹚also, that means you have no excuse to stay in linkon city, so… start packing, pips. he's taking you with him right away.

﹙♡﹚prepare yourself to be extremely coddled. even though you still have your hunter instincts and can easily kick ass, he'll take his role as your protector more seriously, since you no longer have access to guns, nor do you have to fight daily anymore.

﹙♡﹚he'd be so enthusiastic about spoiling you now that you've started dressing up and buying accessories and make-up.

﹙♡﹚he'll help you mix and match, buy things he knows you'll like, and keep pictures of you, which he'll later use as his lockscreen.

﹙♡﹚you've always been his princess, after all. he's used to spoiling you and making everything go your way, so whatever it is you wish for, he's immediately working on it.

﹙♡﹚yes, he'll pay for your nails, and yes, he'll pay for your eyelashes. but also… he'll probably learn how to do those, because he doesn't want other hands constantly touching you.

﹙♡﹚he won't say that out loud, though. but it's obvious by how many hours he spends watching tutorials, because he can and will do anything for you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚so… you won't be his bodyguard anymore?

﹙♡﹚if you were tired of saving his cute butt from trouble, you just had to say so, cutie.

﹙♡﹚either way, you'll have more time for him. no more pesky missions, no more going away and not picking up his calls, no more being undercover for weeks.

﹙♡﹚honestly, whatever it is you do, as long as you spend time with him and give him the attention he deserves, he's cool with it.

﹙♡﹚obviously, he'll be very supportive of your new mindset and how you plan to change your appearance.

﹙♡﹚does this mean he'll get to dress you up like a doll and also help you out with your makeup? yes please. he's in.

﹙♡﹚also, this man is strong, okay? he might love having you as his bodyguard and whatnot, but now that you won't be in fights anymore, he'll take care of everything. nothing will harm you under his watch, nor will you have to defend yourself again.

﹙♡﹚ugh, he takes you to the prettiest boutiques, and also finds the most gorgeous accessories, shoes, or antique dresses. he pays for everything too; he wants his pretty pearl to always stun.

﹙♡﹚his mood lifts too. not only is he happy to have you by his side more often, but he is so relieved to have you safe under his roof.

﹙♡﹚and the fact that you feel safe and comfortable enough to start exploring your looks and style, while also deciding what's best for you? you go, cutie.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚finally.

﹙♡﹚don't get him wrong, he's okay with whatever you do with your life, because he knows you can handle it.

﹙♡﹚however, it does get tiring to pretend he isn't your boyfriend, or to have to play along when other hunters ask questions about him.

﹙♡﹚so now that he can finally come pick you up, take you with him to the N109 zone, and let everyone else assume what's going on between the two of you, it's refreshing.

﹙♡﹚being with him is probably the safest choice, and it's also the best one overall, especially if you decide to embrace your true self.

﹙♡﹚if you ask him to take care of everything for you, because you're just tired of having to solve problems and constantly fight, he'll oblige more than happily.

﹙♡﹚he'll probably start buying things without you asking, or just tell you to add whatever you like to a wishlist so he can clear it later on.

﹙♡﹚no, he doesn't mind, and no, he isn't spending too much. his princess is just starting to shine, and he'd do anything to see your pretty face light up when you see the pink shopping bags on top of your bed.

﹙♡﹚if you do ask him shyly to borrow his credit card, or if you absolutely need him to pay for something, he'll take a mental note.

﹙♡﹚because you shouldn't even have to ask for it, sweetie. and next time, as soon as he sees that pretty glimmer in your eyes, the cashier will already have his card in hand.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he leaves, too.

﹙♡﹚they will probably pair him up with someone else now that you're gone, and he refuses. that's not happening, ever.

﹙♡﹚now, you two have way more time to be lazy together, and you literally have no excuse to leave the house.

﹙♡﹚…or well, you do, but it's always to do something you enjoy, either by yourself or with him.

﹙♡﹚upon seeing your new change, i truly think xavier would be the most head over heels, because you look so adorable and cute, just like a princess…

﹙♡﹚his eyes get so soft and dreamy when he looks at you, and honestly, why did it take you so long to realize this is what you wanted all along?

﹙♡﹚it doesn't matter now; what matters is that he'll be with you as you start exploring and feeling more confident.

﹙♡﹚he's still doing things secretly and on the side, so he never really loses his eons-long training.

﹙♡﹚and, let's be honest, he would be so, so smug about being the one who deals with those big, ugly wanderers, while you're taking a beauty nap back at his place without a care in the world.

﹙♡﹚because, after all, all he needs to be happy is having you safe and cared for, and what better time than now, when you're away from such a dangerous and draining job?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he can finally be at peace.

﹙♡﹚he's told you several times to rest, to take it easy, to stop stressing and overthinking so much, because your precious heart was at serious risk.

﹙♡﹚but you were so stubborn, and you always made him worry more than he had to.

﹙♡﹚so now that you're finally done with being a hunter, and you want to embrace a softer and prettier lifestyle, he's more than relieved.

﹙♡﹚so, to show his gratitude, he'll indulge in whatever it is you want or need. new skirts, new purses, new high heels; anything and everything.

﹙♡﹚it cheers him up to see your beautiful face peeking into his office while he's working, and when you show off your outfit for him? he's smitten.

﹙♡﹚he'll pick out dresses for you —backless ones, mostly— and he'll give you his honest opinions about some looks, as he does have a critical eye for fashion.

﹙♡﹚say all you want about him, but have you seen how he's dressed? those coats and expensive-looking shoes? yeah.

﹙♡﹚now, every night, he rests easy knowing you will wake up and do something tame or fun, like a hobby or a cute activity, instead of fighting for your life.

﹙♡﹚and he knows how important it was for you to take care of others, but he'll also make you see it was always important for you to take care of yourself, and that you've done enough already. it's time to relax now.

[vxnillabxn]

hi there! i have rlly been enjoying your works and i would like to make a hurt/comfort prompt request! can you do smth with the main five x gn! reader where the reader deals with fear of abandoment and separation anxiety and how each of the li's would help them cope while they're away or how they would comfort the reader after coming back?

i deal with a fear of abandonment and separation anxiety myself and it's hard to find fics with this prompt. but there's no pressure though! keep doing what you do and take care! (also congrats on 400 followers! you deserve it! ^^)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚hello, dear anonnie, and thank you so much! ♡ this request hit close to home, and as i wrote i realized how stressful and awful it actually feels. however, thinking of all the cute ways the main five could think of to help, made everything feel a bit better! i tried my best not to dive too deep during the descriptions of the anxiety or panic attacks, because i know firsthand how different they are for everyone, so i focused more on the comfort part. as always, i hope that's okay and thanks for trusting me with this request! ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

oh, he hates leaving you just as much as he hates seeing you sad.

but trust him when he says he doesn't want to go; he means it.

he'll hold you so close, caressing your back over and over while he repeats how the days will fly by, and that, in no time, he'll come back to kiss you endlessly.

but it still hurts; you two have already been away from each other, and now that he's back by your side, it is way harder to let go.

“do you really have to leave…?”

when you look at him like that and cling to his chest with both your hands, he knows you're scared.

scared of something bad happening to him, scared of him not coming back, scared of him abandoning you.

“oh, pips… i promise i'll be back in no time, yeah?”

he kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then your lips; each kiss strengthening his words.

and when he leaves, he calls.

for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner.

when you wake up, and when you're about to sleep, too.

it doesn't matter if those calls only last five minutes, or if he stays until you wake up the next morning; he just wants to see you, and you want to see him too.

also, he'll ask you to stay at his place.

why?

because this man, as much of a genius as he is, has —modified— intelligent appliances.

his coffee machine, the lights, the tv, everything works in his favor and under his command, and if you stay under his roof, you'll wake up to a coffee pot ready for you, the lights will be dimmed to your liking at night, and the tv will be waiting with your favorite show in the living room.

it makes you feel like he's still there in a way, and that even when he's gone, he's still taking care of small details like those, and he's thinking of you.

always thinking of you.

and if you stay at your home, he'll send you texts at all hours, making sure you're doing what you usually do; eating, studying, going off to work, napping, so you can at least distract yourself for a little while.

when he finally comes back home, the first thing he'll do is lock himself with you inside his bedroom.

he doesn't care about anything else; you're his entire world.

of course, he calls and texts you while he's on his way back.

“i'm four hours away, pips,” or “just twenty-seven minutes more, baby.”

and every time, he arrives exactly on time, so you can always trust his word.

once he has you in his arms, he won't ask you about the days when he wasn't here.

he doesn't want you to recall those lonely nights you spent overthinking and panicking.

instead, he'll start planning where to take you next, and he doesn't have to ask what you want to do.

he already knows.

and he also knows how to make it up; by giving you the souvenirs or snacks he brought, and by gluing himself to your side, even when you take a shower.

and given the number of times he keeps saying how he hates being away from you, and how he wishes he could carry you with him everywhere, your mind starts repeating it unconsciously; even when the dark thoughts and the panic start to creep in.

because you trust him; he would truly do anything in his power to keep you close, to never let go.

he has no plans of leaving you, never.

and each of the long, yearning, lingering, open-mouthed kisses he leaves over your skin when he can finally hold you in his arms proves that to you.

over and over again.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

he is mr. worldwide, low-key.

he travels a lot, he has things to do, inspiration to find, pictures to take, exhibitions to hold.

but oh, how he despises seeing you so scared and anxious, asking when he is going to return, asking why he can't take you with him, and if he's planning on leaving you.

it breaks him, because of course he'd take you if he could, but sometimes he can't.

and those are the worst days of his life, and he's suffered quite a lot before, mind you.

“my pearl, i'll come back with lots of gifts, and i promise we'll go together next time.”

but it's not the gifts you care about; it's him.

when you hug him tight and refuse to let go, tears threaten to run down his cheeks.

he kisses your lips and cradles you until the very last minute, or until thomas has to literally drag him away from you.

as soon as he is out of view, he's calling you.

no, he won't use airplane mode if he's traveling by air; he's still texting or calling you.

and no, he won't pay attention to whatever it is they want him to do; you're on the line, everyone else can shut up.

he will ask you to walk by the beach when you're lonely and afraid, or when your mind is spinning nonstop.

and, to be honest, it does calm you down.

the waves crash peacefully, you find the prettiest seashells, and you even get to see baby turtles and little fishies, every single time.

almost as if they were comforting you, reminding you of rafayel in a calm, sunny, welcoming scenery that seems tailored just for you.

he'll also send letters in bottles.

i mean, he could send an email, or a quick text for that matter.

but the thrill of receiving a letter in a cute bottle every day, and having him on call, waiting for you to read them out loud, makes you anticipate the next few days instead of dreading them.

he'll doodle cute things for you, send little trinkets, and remind you of the exact days and hours that are left.

because this time, you two do know when you're going to reunite.

and he ensures you're confident that when the day comes, he will come back to you; running, if possible.

and when that promised day finally arrives…

he can barely sleep.

he arrives home and looks for you almost immediately, his phone still in hand because —obviously— you two are on a video call.

he only hangs up once he sees you, and when you run to him, he eases all of your worries away.

not only by really being back, but by holding you so, so tight, burying his nose in your hair and whispering about the torture it was being away from his precious pearl.

and no, he doesn't let go.

he asks how you feel, how you've been, how your precious heart is holding on.

he worries, he worries a lot, and he can't stand the thought of you panicking or having a meltdown thinking the worst; thinking he wouldn't come back ever again.

and after listening to your thoughts, making your worries slowly disappear, and kissing away your tears, he'll guide you to his bedroom, just so he can hold you.

and the both of you let out a shaky sigh; one that has been contained for way too long.

and one that could only escape by hearing each other's steady, beating heart.

obviously, he'll let you unbox the gifts and cute treasures he found or brought for you, and when you smile at last, he promises he'll never accept any other job or event if he can't bring you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

it is nothing but torture.

he knows how much it affects you, and the fact that there are some things that he can't postpone or cancel, even when he truly doesn't want to leave you alone, wounds him.

the days before he has to leave, he ensures you have things to distract yourself with.

a set of movies, books he recommends for you, enough ingredients in case you want to try out a new recipe, or games you and the twins can play while he isn't at home.

he asks you to stay at his base, naturally.

the twins are there, mephisto is there, you won't feel so lonely, and they have a natural talent for distracting you by doing silly things.

if you choose otherwise, then he'll constantly send mephisto back and forth.

and it isn't for him to check on your well-being, or at least that's not the main purpose.

he wants you to feel connected to him somehow, even if it is through his loyal crow, who has clear instructions to stay close, or even allow you to hug him and nuzzle him, if you so wish.

before sylus leaves, though, he'll have you in his arms, and he'll rub the tip of his nose against your cheek as he whispers reassuring words.

his eyes are so sincere when your gazes finally meet, and he is truthful when he says that the only thing that could kill him is being away from you ever again, now that you two love each other.

but he has to, he has to leave for a few days, but he'll come back.

he'd come crawling back to you if that's what it took.

but he will come back, nothing bad will happen to him, nor will he let anything bad happen to you either.

so, when the days go by, you do have things to focus on, even though nothing is as good as having sylus by your side.

and he knows that.

so he risks everything to text you, to send blurry pictures when he does manage to figure out how to take a selfie, and to call you so you can hear his soothing voice.

he wouldn't mind if you called late at night; he would be wide awake, more than ready to hear you fall asleep, to talk about whatever you wanted to, until you felt comfortable and safe enough to rest with fewer worries than before.

he also sends you food, even minutes before you start feeling angry.

you wish you could share the meals with him, but hearing the delivery person saying “takeout for sylus?” makes you feel like he's close, somehow.

and upon his arrival, he lets you know exactly when he's crossing the door, or when he plans on going to see you.

you never have to wait, because just as you open the door, relieved to see him, he's already there, arms outstretched.

no teasing, no comments.

his gaze is unwavering, his hands remain firm, but you know he's just as desperate as you are.

so when your bodies collide, and he lifts you up in his arms, he does not let you touch the ground for the next few days.

he knows he probably shouldn't let you get used to it, especially since he's aware that he'll have to leave again, and that will hurt you over and over.

but he can't help it.

you are practically clinging to him, he needs you just as much, and he's already plotting how to avoid ever leaving your side again, while avoiding putting you in danger at the same time.

because whatever it is that causes you distress is inconceivable to him.

and if he's the one indirectly causing said distress?

he'll find a way to fix that, no matter how.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

he had the habit of disappearing without saying a word.

but the second he noticed just how badly it affected you, he stopped.

now, however, he does have to leave from time to time, and every time he does, he makes it extra clear how much of a nuisance it is for him, either by complaining every chance he gets or by clinging to you and whispering that this is what he would rather do for eternity.

the second he has to leave, though, he gets serious, because he truly wants to protect you and to assure you that he would never think of going away willingly.

“xavi, when are you coming back…?”

“soon, i swear.”

“but... you will return, right?”

he never promises when, nor does he set a date, because he is aware things can always spiral out of control.

and he would hate to disappoint you.

but he always kisses your hand while looking into your eyes, and he nods his head.

because he does promise to come back to you.

and no matter how much you try looking for any doubt or deceit in his eyes, you never find any.

when he is away, he has the decency to call —almost never texting, because he wants to hear your voice.

he also reads books out loud for you, so your mind can be elsewhere and focus on his voice instead of his absence.

if you check the laundry room, you'll see that he left his comfy clothes after wearing them non-stop, so you can lounge around with his scent enveloping you.

sure, it isn't the same as having his arms hugging you, but it helps ground you a little; the hope of seeing him again manages to calm you down.

at night, when things get worse for you, when you feel scared of sleeping alone, afraid of the lonely darkness and the cold, he'll call you so you can stargaze together.

even if it is morning where he is, he'll look at the sky just as you do.

but if you're both looking at the same moon, the same stars, the same distant cosmos, it helps you feel like he's there with you.

xav will obviously stay until you fall asleep, and he'll sleep at the same time, so that his breathing and soft puffing keep you company.

when he comes back, though, it is always a surprise.

he calls you when he's already at the door, no matter if you're at his place or yours, and he'll tell you that he's still on the way.

but after a few seconds, he'll sneakily come in, look for you, and allow himself to take in your curled-up form, or your bright eyes as you await his return hopefully.

it'll remind him that, no matter how far he goes, he always has to come back, and as soon as possible, too.

because you're waiting so eagerly for him, and he's impatient to have your body close once again.

he'll quietly approach, and when you least expect it, you'll see a bright set of azure eyes looking at you as he kneels down.

he's back.

and he'd embrace you so, so tight, burying his face in your stomach and inhaling your scent.

your light is finally back, and he promises he won't flicker or die down, no matter how far he must go, nor for how long.

but for now, he'll distract you by laying on top of you and cuddling you, so that his frame comforts you just as much as a weighted blanket.

no matter how many hours go by, he'll stay right there, not sleeping, not resting, just feeling your skin against his, and letting you know —quietly so— that he would never choose anything over staying by your side.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

zayne tries to help you even before he has to leave.

since he works a lot, and sometimes he doesn't come back home during the day, he has to find ways to reassure you, even though you can still visit his office, so he is never really far away.

he knows what methods to use, and how to —slowly but surely— help you feel more comfortable and safe, so when he has to leave for more days, it doesn't affect you as much.

however, that doesn't mean he feels ready to leave for long periods of time.

he knows what you can handle, and he also knows how to help you, but…

he doesn't want to leave.

and he doesn't want to cause you distress, nor make you miss him.

he's never had issues walking away or distancing himself without notice.

but ever since you two have been together, the thought of leaving you is unbearable, even when he tries to remain logical about it.

after all, he has to leave sometimes; everyone does, and he'll eventually have to travel or research for months.

so, it should be easy to just make you understand that, right?

wrong.

he can't.

he can't logically explain when he knows how much it hurts you, how much it worries you.

because his heart hurts, thinking of your suffering, of your anxiety, of your poor mind being clouded by ugly thoughts.

maybe it is because you're aware he has no problem packing his bags and answering when duty calls…

but he wants you to know that he would never leave if he had the chance not to, ever.

so the days before he leaves, he's constantly by your side.

he stays a few more minutes in the morning so you two can cuddle, he brings you to his office, he comes home earlier.

and when the dreaded day finally comes, he swears on his life that he'll return.

there's nowhere else he would rather be, and no one else he would rather be with.

while he's away, he's constantly sending things your way.

flowers, desserts, food.

or he sends pictures and videos of cute animals he finds, or gorgeous landscapes.

he records his voice, because he's more likely to be very busy and unable to call.

so, whenever you feel like listening to his rambles, to him talking about complex stuff, or to him reading a book for you, you always can.

you'll always wake up to a voice note, and go to sleep with a comforting message, too.

since he knows there's only so much he can do when he isn't by your side, he mentally swears he'll make it up once he comes back.

and he truly does.

the moment he sees you, everything else fades away.

he doesn't think logically anymore; because his heart is pounding so hard, and the only thing he needs to do is swoop you away and hold you in his arms until you two merge together as one.

he knows he shouldn't reinforce such behavior, because the more you two spend every second together, the harder it will be to let go when necessary.

but he can't help himself, nor does he want to.

he just wants to hold and kiss you, and also to unpack all the clothes, souvenirs, and cute little things he brought for you, as thoughtful as he is.

and he also takes a week off, because he doesn't want to talk to, see, or hear anyone who isn't you.

you waited so long and slept by yourself, constantly overthinking and panicking about his absence…

and the least he can do is hold you so much, until his scent mixes with yours, and even when he is away, you'll still carry him with you.

[vxnillabxn]

HEAR ME OUT!

(This is not a request, just a cute little thought)

What if we got a banner for LADS men in a Disney princess AU / Classic Barbie movies AU?🥹

﹙♡﹚HI SWEETHEART! even though this isn't a request, i just have to yap about it, because it is such a cute idea and i must elaborate on each of our boys! Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i'm tempted to say snow white, but… i've actually had this thought for a while. imagine an aladdin-ish event with caleb, where he either wishes to be the perfect man ever so mc stays with him, only to find out he's been perfect all along??? OR, or, hear me out, genie! caleb. like, he willingly grants us every wish because he loves us. he doesn't care about the 3-wish rule (the only rule he does follow is the love one, because why would you want to love someone else) as long as we keep him forever… yeah. also, imagine going on a magic carpet ride with him on a starry skyyyyyyy, because he's a pilooooot, YEAAAAH, yeah. that's it.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚you'll never guess this one… the little mermaid !!! but seriously, like, imagine mc being a mermaid instead in this banner, and he's like… an island prince, and he falls in love and omg— and then he turns into a mermaid at the end to be with mc, and they live happily ever after under the sea, shUT UPPP. and i know rafayel in barbie as the island princess and barbie mermaidia could have the most beautiful scenes and outfits, like… imagine a mermaid mc/island princess mc, and a smitten and sun-kissed prince! rafayel~ ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚sylus as flynn rider, i repeat, sylus as the precious eugene fitzherbert! he wants mc to be free, to explore, to give in to her desires, and… he's also like the most wanted man? so… he rescues you, takes you on adventures, protects you with his life, and guides you to fulfill your dreams and wishes! —please imagine the boat scene with the prettiest lights in the dark N109 zone's sky just for your birthday… ugh. and as a bonus, sylus in barbie of swan lake… do i need to explain myself further? mc could have the prettiest feathered attire!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚the sleeping beauty. yes, duh. he's royalty, he's a prince, imagine him falling asleep after being cursed and mc having to wake him up with the softest of kisses, pleaseeeeeeee! or, if mc is the sleeping beauty, picture xav fighting with a huge dragon wanderer and doing whatever he can just to get to kiss our foreheads —we love a consensual king— and once we wake up, he just marries us on the spot awkdfkwkkfs. i'm sorry, the idea of royal xav, royal balls, and royal weddings is everything to me. ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚unlike popular belief —zayne as elsa— i think zayne would fit beauty and the beast amazingly! come on, he's aloof at first, trying to hide himself and not get too attached (so canon), and he gets embarrassed because of the scars on his arms, my poor little baby. also, imagine a gorgeous ice castle with the biggest library ever ??? and instead of an enchanted rose, there is an enchanted jasmine trapped inside the prettiest crystal jar, and only mc gets to protect it —and melt zayne's heart— with her looooove? UGHHHH, approved! i'm already picturing a gorgeous dancing sceneeeeeee, shut uppppp!

[vxnillabxn]

hold on let me put my glasses on 👓

MUTUALSSS AAHHHH

i love you so much omg, i can’t believe it. another celeb on the list of celeb mutuals. I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH I WAS LITERALLY IN BED THIS MORNING READING THE CUSTOMER SERVICE, HURT AND COLD WORK YOU HAVE BECAUSE ITS SO RELATABLE AND ITS SO GOODDDD. your theme is so MWAH, it’s so gentle and cute, it makes me de stress at night.😩💕💕💕

I REMEMBER SEEING YOUR WORK FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I WAS LIKE GIRLL??🤭🤭

i found out that i didn’t follow you today so i followed you lol i didn’t expect to be moots !! ILYSMM 💞💞😻

﹙♡﹚HELLO BABES, STOP IT RIGHT THERE !!! bc wdym i'm a celeb? ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ have you seen your gorgeous blog ??? goooosh, the way you write fjwkfmwk, it feels like slightly spicy yet velvety chocolate, and as a —self-proclaimed— soft stan, it's such a guilty (not-so-guilty) pleasure! i love myself a whiny lebbie, good lord.

﹙♡﹚let me catch up with all of your works asap !! if u see your notification bar going crazy, that'll be me ᡣ 𓈒⋅ ⩊ ⋅𓈒ྀིა

﹙♡﹚and also, thank you so, so much! i'm very obsessed when it comes to aesthetics and keeping things organized and pretty, but i was low-key afraid of like... make it overwhelming with so much pink going on qwq

﹙♡﹚anywaaaaysss, thank you sm again ᵎᵎ lots of love, mootie !! ♡

[vxnillabxn]

I've been waiting for your requests to open in order to send this request, because nobody writes Zaynie like you do and it seems like i got lucky!

I've been thinking about Zayne x Chubby!reader alot because like, let's be honest— that man is definitely a cat who loves to cuddle and nuzzle (and bite >:3) so just thinking he's absolutely crazy over Reader because of her soft and plushiness makes me clutch my stomach (not in the sense of pain;if thats possible).

He'd probably nuzzle or rest his head on Reader's plushy tummy and breasts, nibble and softly bite her tummy and thighs. He'd cup her chubby cheeks in both of his large hands and praise her, kiss them whenever he has the chance to because they're so soft and he cant help but kiss them every time. He may not be overly into PDA but he'd definitely have his hand(s) on her one way or another (like the protective man he is). In private, he *definitely* cant keep his hands off of her— he always has to be feeling his Darling's softness one way or another! Whether it be her sitting on his lap or his head nestled in her arms as he does whatever.

As you can see, I've thought alot about this. But i dont see any fics like this— and i dont have good writing skills, so of course I will put this as a request to my favorite author that'll do my idea justice :) (forgive me for yapping so much😭)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x chubby fem!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚omgomgomgomg— as a plus sized girly, i had a field day writing thiiiis, i tell you! and actually, i think you write pretty good and put lots of amazing ideas! never stop yapping! ♡ i'll try to add more and go nuts with this amazing request, hehe ψ(๑`꒳´๑)ψ btw, mdni pretty please! there's nothing explicit, but still, please don't. thanks! the rest of you, go ahead~ ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ cheeks! ꒰੭

it starts gentle; always gentle.

his big hands cup your cheeks whenever he leans down to kiss you.

he nuzzles your cheeks together until you giggle and scratch his chin, as if he were a big cat.

he also caresses them, always reverently, his breath shaky as he looks into your eyes, because how can you be so pretty?

it starts getting a bit bolder over time.

if you accidentally get some melted chocolate or sweet syrup on your cheeks, he'll lick them clean slowly, not before biting down on your soft, supple skin.

he just needs to squeeze them, to trail them with wet, loud kisses, to leave the markings of his fingerprints as he holds you so you don't move away.

which you never do.

when you two are in your favorite cafeteria and surrounded by other customers, he leans in and pinches them lightly.

he excuses himself, saying you had some crumbs, but there's a playful glint in his eyes, only for you to see.

at home, though, he'll squish them, press them, hold them until your lips are pouty and ready for him to kiss.

and trust me, they'll be sore and swollen by the time he's done with you.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ chest! ꒰੭

his favorite place to be.

he fondles them, slips his hands under your clothes to squeeze them, rubs his cheeks against them until his eyes are dreamy and your scent takes over his mind.

he will kiss them and leave love bites, and even when he claims he isn't trying to mark his territory, you can always prove otherwise.

because you can tell by the way his beautiful eyes light up when you lift up your shirt that he knows all of that is his.

he'll praise you, but his voice is always muffled by your flesh, a bit whiny but never losing that deep, almost professional tone he has.

and it drives you wild, because he digs in, suffocating between your breasts, squishing them and making biscuits like an affectionate kitty.

in public settings, he's definitely discreet.

but back at home, when he gently suggests that you wear that specific revealing dress, or that tight blouse?

he does it so he can still see you.

obviously, he always wraps his coat around you.

no one shall enjoy this view except for him.

and surely enough, the only way to appreciate the view is by leaning in, which he can do as he stays by your side at all times.

at night, when he can finally surrender to your hugs and rest against your chest, he'll sigh in relief.

and he'll always ask if he can sleep like that; with your fingers tangling in his hair as his cheek remains squished over your breasts.

he can feel your softness, your breathing, your heartbeat.

and he can sneakily nibble and lick your exposed skin, so there's no better place than this.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ tummy! ꒰੭

you can't hide it from him.

no matter how much you try to, when you sit down and pull cushions over your belly, or when you hug your tummy whenever you can.

you can't hide it at all.

his hands will be there as soon as he gets the chance.

he hugs you from behind a lot, pressing his broad chest against you.

he'll kiss your neck sweetly, nuzzling it with his own, as his hands squeeze, fondle, rub, knead.

when you least expect it, he kneels down.

and he lifts up your clothes just so he can trail kisses all over your tummy, grazing his sharp canines tentatively, but never biting down.

not here.

whenever he holds you, hugs you, or merely stands by your side, his hands will find your waist.

and with that, his fingers will dig into your supple flesh, feeling the softness, feeling the warmth.

if he finds you lying down, he'll use your tummy as a pillow, and he'll rest like never before.

obviously, he will chuckle softly whenever he hears rumbling noises, but he loves them.

because that means he can get to spoil you and satisfy your cravings without you having to excuse yourself by saying you're not hungry.

it won't work; he knows better.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ thighs! ꒰੭

oh, he goes feral.

down here is where he loses control.

he does bite, he does leave hickeys, he marks and lightly slaps, watching your skin jiggle.

and if you allow him, he'll leave red imprints on the back of your thighs.

but it's never aggressive, never with zayne.

he's just testing, he's evaluating.

he's seeing how plump your thighs are, how much he can make your skin bounce…

he will beg for you to sit on his lap, just so he can see how your thighs spread even more.

and he'll massage them, running his hands up and down, over and over again.

you can't look at this man and tell me he wouldn't buy you the prettiest thigh-high stockings.

he absolutely would.

he'd lick where the stockings end and where your plush thighs begin to spill.

and he'd also wrap them around his head, not only during intimacy, but when he wants to disappear for a while.

and what better way than to have your soft skin pressing against his cheeks until he can't see at all nor focus on anything that isn't you?

when you're sitting down in public, he'll have his hand on one of your thighs under the table.

it never goes lower nor further up.

he's a gentleman; he's just reminding you that he's there, even when you don't need that reminder.

you two only see each other; there's no point in claiming the obvious.

but if you're sitting down at home?

he'll kneel between your legs, and he'll nuzzle your thighs, looking up at you with those bright, needy eyes.

his glasses fogged up, his lips whispering the loveliest of praises, his big, strong and slightly cold hands massaging your inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin…

and what else could you do other than pay attention to such an affectionate, huge and cuddly kitten like him?

[vxnillabxn]

hii!! i love your work so so sooo much ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

if you don’t mind me asking, could you write something about the LIs with a reader who plays instruments/is like… musically talented?i love playing instruments but i don’t really mention it because i’m kinda shy about it

of course, if you don’t want to do this, that okay!! this is my first ever request ever so i hope it’s not too much to ask!

i hope you have a lovely day ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i am truly amazed by people who play instruments! i think it's one of the prettiest ways of expressing yourself, and i wish i could play at least something simple like the triangle or smt ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ thanks for the request, honey! ♡ it wasn't too much too ask, at all!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he's your number one supporter. come on, he's heard your rehearsals, both the perfect ones and those in which you made the same mistake over and over, so he can say he's been there from the start.

﹙♡﹚he sneaks videos of you while you play, just so he can rewatch them later and see just how blissful and concentrated you look.

﹙♡﹚whenever you have to play somewhere else and carry your instrument around, —if it is heavy— he'll carry everything for you. he wouldn't want your precious hands to get hurt.

﹙♡﹚he totally leaves cute notes and doodles on your music sheets, most of them saying how amazing you are and how you're his favorite artist ever.

﹙♡﹚obviously, he's a proud boyfriend; overly so. he'll tease you, but at the end of the day, he'll always remind you that no one is better than you. at all.

﹙♡﹚caleb will have you record unique songs or melodies for his alarms, his ringtone, his notifications… everything has to be for him only, and coming from you.

﹙♡﹚he asks you to teach him at least some notes. and when he finally gets them right, he swears you'll become a duet. he's serious about it, too.

﹙♡﹚he hides if you decide to write something for him. why? because he gets so flustered and red, and he doesn't want you to tease him endlessly, just as he would tease you.

﹙♡﹚—he also fangirls when you have presentations, but he always tries to play it cool afterwards— what do you mean by “was that a glow stick and a banner?” you're imagining things, pips.

﹙♡﹚having someone as talented as you by his side, so willing to share you art, your highs and lows, and —best of all— to his eyes only, given you're shy? ugh, what else could he ask for?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚when i tell you this is a gorgeous, talented couple, i truly mean it. and rafayel sees you both as such, too.

﹙♡﹚you've seen how pretty his hands are? he takes care of them, and he'll take care of yours, too. no matter what it is that you play, he'll make sure they're soft and smooth.

﹙♡﹚he will brag about you constantly. he'll do that with very important people, and in quite the extravagant settings, too.

﹙♡﹚if you tell him to stop, though, he will. but don't worry about him embarrassing you, because the second someone asks to hear you or see you play, he'll smoothly say that's only for him to hear.

﹙♡﹚he told them you were musically talented, not that you were a performer for their undeserving eyes to see.

﹙♡﹚he doesn't mind that you're shy, as long as you do choose to share your art with him, and only him, if that is what makes you comfy.

﹙♡﹚however, he'll get sad if you decide to hide such a talent from him, because i'm sure he believes art is one of the purest ways to express yourself, and he's so, so open about his love for you…

﹙♡﹚on a different note, do feel free to use his art studio to practice —even better if he's painting or sketching.

﹙♡﹚he'll experiment with how differently your music affects his strokes, his mood, his choice of landscapes or designs, and he'll later on claim that the masterpiece was made by the two of you.

﹙♡﹚raf will definitely make sure he's providing a safe space for you to experiment, to practice, to create. his house/studio will soon become the coziest, most loving creative nest, if you allow it.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚loves it. he's fascinated. he knew you were exceptional, marvelous, extremely amazing, but this? he's smitten.

﹙♡﹚if he finds out by accident, he'll stare and listen, taking in your secret —not-so-secret— rehearsals and remembering the way your fingers or lips move against your favorite instrument, until you notice his intense, amazed gaze.

﹙♡﹚on the other hand, if you confide your talent in him and willingly show him, he'll still watch intently, but there's something warmer in his eyes.

﹙♡﹚he's proud, enamoured, touched. he understands art pretty well, especially music, so when you trust him with something as intimate as your art —whether original pieces or covers— it makes him feel warm inside.

﹙♡﹚he'll accommodate everything for you. you need a soundproof room? you got it. you need to install something, or need your own space to write, compose, or simply practice? he'll make it happen.

﹙♡﹚he won't ever pressure you into playing in front of others, nor will he mention your talent to people you don't trust. if it is something you want to share only with him, or even keep within yourself, then he's more than okay with that.

﹙♡﹚however, he would like to hear you perform from time to time, just so you get the recognition and praise you deserve.

﹙♡﹚if you insist on only needing his praise and no one else's… yeah, you'll get a standing ovation every time in sylus' living room, with just the two of you.

﹙♡﹚he will be sneaky and change your music sheets so you play something he likes when he needs to relax. come on, kitten, indulge him just a little, yeah? your music eases his old soul.

﹙♡﹚…do play something for the twins, too. they always peek in when they see you rehearse, and honestly? they're the most supportive audience ever; holding messy drawings and swaying to the rhythm every time.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh, he has a blast. when he finds out after sneaking up on you practicing, he gets startled at first. why would you hide this from him? does anyone else know? hmph…

﹙♡﹚but then he sees the opportunity of his life right in front of him. there's another thing he can share with you now —that isn't napping— and he's so happy about it.

﹙♡﹚if you play the piano, you have to play with him. like, right now. undust his piano, tell him what to play, make him remember how to. he needs it.

﹙♡﹚if you don't, and you'd rather play something else, he'll find a song that you two can play… after sulking, naturally.

﹙♡﹚i feel like he would understand not wanting to share your art with everyone, or being so open about it.

﹙♡﹚after all, the only thing that should matter is that it makes you happy; you don't need to impress anyone else…

﹙♡﹚but him, obviously. impress him. he wants you to put up performances, even if it is for him and the hoard of plushies he's surprisingly won after missing so many times.

﹙♡﹚he will fall asleep to whatever it is you play for him. if you are sweet enough to play something slow and gentle, he'll have the best dreams.

﹙♡﹚but if you play the drums or an electric guitar, rest assured he'll sleep like a baby. after all, you're lulling him to sleep in your own, uh… wild way. that means you can pretty much rehearse whenever you want without worrying about disturbing him.

﹙♡﹚he'll keep your little secret for himself, as if it were the most precious and shiniest speck of light. you can trust him to always listen, to understand what you want to convey, or to just relax by your side as you unwind and lose yourself in the melodies.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he already knew; he'd seen your instruments lying around, and he'd also heard you sometimes when you thought he wasn't listening.

﹙♡﹚but he was always attentive, and nothing managed to calm him more than listening to you, especially when he came back from work.

﹙♡﹚if you decide not to tell him, he won't ask nor pry, but he will make subtle comments about how your practice was going, or if your hands needed a massage, until you finally confessed.

﹙♡﹚if you told him directly, he'd always linger a bit more when seeing you play, always taking in the way you move, the way you close your eyes, the way you enjoy yourself and seemingly forget your shyness for at least a few minutes.

﹙♡﹚and with no shame whatsoever, since he knows you already know he's watching. and even then, you choose to play so freely? ugh, melts him.

﹙♡﹚whenever he feels exhausted after a long day, he'll text you and ask if you could play for him tonight, it doesn't matter what.

﹙♡﹚that's his subtle way of saying he needs you, of saying you are —as always— his safe space, and even more so when you manage to calm his beasts down.

﹙♡﹚he'll also absently caress your hands, rubbing your fingers and checking on them without noticing. he knows they might hurt after a while, and he also feels useful contributing somehow to your art, even if it is by doing something this small.

﹙♡﹚if you ever decide to show your talent, feeling confident and ready, he'll suggest something small yet meaningful to start, like going to the hospital and playing for the kids.

﹙♡﹚but until then, zayne will enjoy your private shows and will always reassure you that, no matter what, you're the most talented and gifted in his eyes.

[vxnillabxn]

﹙♡﹚omg hi!! i had to do this because 1) i would love to have more moots, and 2) i am so excited and want to spread some luck and positivity for your pulls this banner! ( ˶•ᴖ•) !! (feel free to ignore this, i literally just want to say how much i love this new event)

﹙♡﹚i need to YAP about zayne's card, and since this is my blog... i figured i could do so, hehehe (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ ALSO, am i the only one getting surfer/island barbie vibes from this banner? the swimming suits are so pretty!

﹙♡﹚anyway, the reason behind my excitement is because i got zayne's card... twice... in less than 30 pulls ???? i don't even understand the pity system, but damn boy, if he wanted me so badly he just had to say so ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

﹙♡﹚which cards do you absolutely need? have you pulled out the cards you wanted? are you hopeful? do you trust the pity system? will you buy one of the swimsuits, or do you like one of them? maybe you don't like any? please, i need to get this out of my system ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚i wish i get raf's or xavi's next. though, i still can't believe chinese girlies wanted to take the mc-carrying-prince-raff out of the card ?!! like, hello, isn't that their whole dynamic? anyway ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱

﹙♡﹚welp, i wish you all the best of luck, and feel free to enjoy some of the pictures my shared husband and i took under the cut! (notice my mc's gaze? like dang girly, no one will take him away, chill)

i love this man so much, it's not funny anymore ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა

[vxnillabxn]

hi!!! i absolute love your work, its really a comfort place for me! ive been thinking about doing a headcanon request for some time now, and now i feel is my chance!

i was thinking about the lis being like, soft yanderes with a somewhat depressed reader- they decide to take matters into their own hands and take their sweetheart away from their troublered life! a safe house, of something like that cattered to their every whim. i was thinking of a more pinky, softie reader, any gender alike. i know you mostly do sfw, so if thats easier for you it doesnt have to be nsfw!

im very grateful for the content you curate for us! take care!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ soft yandere mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, minors dni! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ tw ꩜ possessive, controlling, toxic and obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚I'M ALIVE! and yES, OMG, YEEEEEES, i love soft yanderes, i love requests like this, yes gawd ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ !! knowing that my blog is someone's comfort place makes me so, so happy. i'll keep doing my very best, i pinky promise! ♡ also, i think i got carried away explaining the... before-they-take-reader-away part (? but it is because i looooooove explaining what i think their point of view would be! (and the LI's and reader are in a situationship, no relationship established yet!) hope that's okay, anonnie (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

see?

he knew it.

he could make it all easier; he wanted to do so.

he could take the tiredness, the stress, the sadness…

earth was such a scary place to live in, but it didn't have to be.

he didn't want it to be for you.

and he knew you would try to live all by yourself, he knew you were persistent and would try to fight and keep going, because that pretty head of yours was so stubborn.

but he told you, he told you he was there for you, and he was always one step ahead, planning how to fix everything for you, how to turn things your way.

and still, that wasn't enough.

of course it wouldn't be, because you insisted on being away from him, living in a small and dull apartment.

he knew it wouldn't be good for you; being independent and intending to deal with so much stress by yourself.

so he prepared everything in advance, waiting for the moment you finally realized life would be so much happier and lovelier if you ran to his already outstretched arms.

when he heard your voice on the phone one day, that oh so lovely and pleading voice, asking if he could come see you, he was there in a heartbeat.

because, again… he knew this moment would come eventually.

there you were; his poor baby, crying non-stop and clinging to him as soon as he entered the door.

you looked tired, drained, exhausted.

you just had to push it, didn't you?

you had to push it until you eventually faced the consequences of your actions.

and god, did he hate seeing you so broken, even when you had to learn your lesson one way or another.

“oh, sweet baby…”

he softly cooed, caressing your hair and pulling you closer.

he kissed your forehead tenderly, and then he looked into your eyes with the softest, most loving gaze ever.

“i'm here. i'm finally here.”

you truly felt tired, you didn't know what to do anymore, and he just… he got you. he always knew what you needed.

he kissed the tip of your nose, and then cradled the back of your head so you could rest it on his chest.

“hm, there, baby. i'm here for you, i'll take care of everything.”

how could you turn down that tempting offer?

you nodded, looking up at him. even when you didn't fully understand what that implied, you trusted your long-time friend to take care of you, as he'd been asking for all of these years.

“good…” he whispered, kissing your forehead afterwards. “let's go, yeah?”

and the life you knew before was swept away in less than twenty-four hours.

it only took one shaky “yes” on your end, and he took you with him.

no clothes, no belongings.

you wouldn't need them, anyway.

the drive was quiet and a little bit blurry.

you had fallen asleep in the back of the car, after caleb gently brushed the bridge of your nose to help you relax, just like when the two of you were little.

you woke up in a strange place, but it felt familiar, warm, homey.

your favorite scented candle was lit, the couches had the prettiest pink cushions, your childhood plushies were carefully placed all over…

you explored the kitchen, and the cabinets were full of your favorite snacks, the ones you used to sneakily eat as a kid, and those cookies you thought they'd stopped making.

the bathroom had your usual body wash, your favorite flowers to keep the space fresh and fragrant, as well as two toothbrushes.

for him, and for you.

he watched your reaction intently, trying to avoid panic, discomfort or any negative reaction out of you.

however, you were taking everything in with wonder and curiosity, mostly because your current state of mind didn't allow you to further analyze the situation.

his hand hovered over your lower back, and he guided you to the main bedroom.

“you can rest here, baby pips. no one is going to hurt you, no one is going to rush you, no one is going to demand anythin' from you. not anymore.”

he promised, gently caressing your head.

and as he helped you lay down, he took your phone out of your pocket.

you turned your head around, clearly wanting to ask what he was doing, and he smiled.

that boyish smile that always managed to comfort you.

“you don't need it, pips. not here. i'll handle everything, like always.”

and you remembered all of the times he had handled everything. from the bullies, to the fights with friends, and even to those nights when you called him, saying how the world felt too big, too harsh, too dangerous and cruel.

his eyes warmed upon seeing how you gave in without noticing.

“you've always been mine to take care of, baby.”

and he knew better.

he always knew better.

you closed your eyes, the weight finally slipping from your shoulders, and you finally fell into a peaceful slumber.

“...and i'll make sure you always are.”

caleb whispered —swore— still with his hand on your head.

always gentle, always reverent.

always there for you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

he was constantly lurking, constantly appearing, constantly watching.

whenever you weren't looking, he would stare.

and he would notice every single thing.

if your eyes looked a little bit more tired, if your skin looked dull…

he would mentally trace your features with so much intensity yet so much gentleness that not even being on high alert would let you notice his gaze.

recently, though, he noticed all the small changes.

one would say it is extremely difficult to see someone's appearance change from one day to the next.

but he could.

he studied you as if you were his favorite masterpiece.

as if he had to study each stroke, each shadow, each color used, and even those tiny details that only a skilled artist would add to such a beautiful piece.

you were perfect, absolutely perfect.

however, he could pinpoint exactly what part of you seemed different.

not only physically speaking; also in your demeanor.

and he knew you also noticed those changes in yourself.

but you were too tired and defeated to do something about it.

yet he couldn't blame you nor complain.

you were such a sweetheart, always worrying about everyone else and putting yourself last… but he wouldn't let you, not anymore.

when you went to his house, looking quite different; consumed, downcast, out of your usual sweet self, he smiled.

not because your current state was humorous to him.

but because enough was enough, and you would finally, finally see it and understand what he'd been trying to tell you all this time.

“my pearl, look at you…” he whispered, outstretching his arms to hold you. “you’re fading.”

you wanted to speak, to justify yourself, but he shushed you so, so sweetly, almost as if dealing with an injured and small creature.

“no, no, don't, cutie. you'll convince me that you're fine, but are you? hm?”

he lifted your chin and tilted his head, looking into your tired eyes with worry.

you felt like crumbling under his loving attention, and obviously, you couldn't lie to him any longer.

he kissed your forehead, and after holding your cheeks as if you were a delicate, precious seashell, he took you to his bedroom.

on his bed lay a half-opened suitcase with scattered clothes, some of which you could recognize as yours.

it seemed like he was caught mid-preparation.

but in reality, he had this ready months ago.

he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs to gently undo your shoelaces.

“there we go. can't have you walking around when you're so tired, can i?”

he took your shoes away and gently caressed your legs, kissing your knees and up to your thighs reverently.

when you tried to speak again, he softly nibbled on your skin, looking up with those pretty eyes.

his long eyelashes fluttered slowly, as if it pained him to stop looking at you, even for microseconds.

for you, his gaze was genuine and pleading.

for him, it was coaxing and urgent.

extremely so.

“you’ve done enough, my pearl. you've given enough, too. now just… allow me.”

he reached for the suitcase and pulled out one of your favorite fuzzy, pastel-colored sweaters.

one you thought had gotten lost during one of your trips with him.

he slipped it over your head, as if you were too fragile to dress yourself.

“so much better.”

the soft color made you look better already; brightening up your features.

even when you felt dizzy and overwhelmed by everything, you couldn't find the strength to speak up and show him you were still self-sufficient.

not when he was fixing your hair, the collar of the sweater, the sleeves…

and when you finally felt some peace after having a chaotic, stormy mind for a long time.

“we’re going home, my pearl.”

he smiled, and soon stood up to close the suitcase.

you had never heard him refer to anything other than his own house as “home”, so you felt confused.

but when he pulled the suitcase with one hand and used his other arm to swoop you up and carry you away from everything, that doubt became blurry.

just like the drive here.

you woke up to the deep scent of salt and the gentle waves singing a lullaby, even in the coldest of nights.

the place was surrounded by nothing but rocks. big, algae-covered rocks, and an endless ocean no matter where you looked.

everything was beautiful, undoubtedly.

the high roofs carried the most gorgeous chandeliers, and the white curtains flowed softly as the gentle breeze sneaked through the french windows.

and even then, in every room, you could find yourself.

your comfy pillows, your favorite slippers, glass jars with all the seashells you found pretty yet always returned —too sweet to steal them from hermit crabs.

portraits of you adorned the place.

some of them you knew about; you had even seen the sketches.

but the ones you'd never seen before? they looked real —almost like photographs— as if he had caught your soul in them.

his devotion was clear, and every corner carried your likeness and essence.

his lips brushed against your ear, his voice as gentle as the ocean's pulse outside.

“rest, my pearl. you're home.”

his warmth engulfed you entirely, and at least for a few seconds, you felt safe enough to forget there was nowhere else to go.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

sylus was letting you play around.

or at least, he did for a while.

cats were independent and adventurous, and he wouldn't want to take that away from his lovely kitten.

so he just watched as you went on with your life at your own place, still happily visiting and spending some time with him every day, and allowing him to stay some nights with you.

but it wasn't enough.

never enough.

and now that he's seen how stressed out you are?

how you stay awake, unable to quiet down your mind or relax, for at least a few hours?

do you have any idea how much it pained him to see you struggling?

to see you sulk, cry, or temporarily avoid your hobbies because you couldn't find the energy or motivation to do them?

it broke him.

him; the seemingly unbreakable and indestructible man, found himself shattering when he saw you anything but happy.

yet, he stayed quiet.

it wasn't because he wanted to ignore you, far less to diminish your pain.

oh, no.

he was controlling everything, very, very carefully.

every sob, every tear, it was almost as if he kept them, counted them, all until they overflowed…

and, inevitably, you'd come looking for him.

he knew it would take too long, because you were so optimistic and hardworking despite the awful circumstances.

but he also knew how fragile your sweet soul was, and he wanted to lure you in.

almost like catching a stray kitten and bringing it home.

to a safe, warm, and loving home.

so, every time you went over to his place, he waited with your favorite warm drink and your favorite blanket.

he had all the time in the world for you, so you never had to beg or wait for his attention.

when you were happy, he would give you even more reasons to be, by giving you different gifts, engaging with you in whatever you asked him to do, and kissing you until you were a giggly mess.

when you were feeling down, however, he would listen to you attentively, caressing your knuckles and holding you against his chest.

until his heartbeat became everything you needed to calm down.

and slowly, without even realizing it, you began to tie every warm, safe feeling to him.

he knew exactly when you were going to finally break down and come to him, and you did.

you appeared at his doorstep, with those pretty eyes reddened and puffy.

you automatically sought him out, clinging to his chest as soon as his eyes landed on yours.

“kitten…”

his deep, comforting voice rumbled against your trembling form, and he held you instantly, picking you up and guiding you to the privacy of his bedroom.

casually, everything was ready and waiting for you.

the pastel pink pajama set you had left at his place, a comforting snack, your favorite movie playing in the background.

if it wasn't because you felt so weak and broken, you would've questioned why everything looked so… staged.

but right now? everything was exactly what you needed; what you knew he would provide for you.

and he held you, of course. he fed you, changed you into your pajamas, reassured you, kissing away your tears and making you see just how warm and safe your world could be if you let him help.

and since you've been struggling for a long time to find a solution that just… made everything bad disappear, hearing his words gave you hope.

because he would never lie to you, and he had shown time and time again how capable he was of providing a safe space for you.

“you do not have to go back there, sweetie,” he whispered, and the cold tip of his nose met yours. “unless you want to?”

you quickly shook your head.

the idea of leaving his embrace and facing once again the coldness and hardships outside sounded like hell right now.

he smiled, but you couldn't catch it.

“then i will keep you right here, kitten.”

and he doesn't mean here, in his bedroom.

he means here, as in his arms.

because he'd take you away as many times as he had to, but you would always be protected under his wing.

when you finally fell asleep, floating on the dreamiest clouds while he whispered sweet nothings to you, he quietly stood up and carried you away.

when you stirred, you noticed the air around you was warm and eerily still.

different.

the bed was softer, and it was wrapped in the coziest, prettiest patterned blankets which smelled like him.

you were surrounded by some of your belongings, most of which shouldn't even be here —yet were.

trinkets, snapshots, clothes, plushies he'd won for you…

there were no city sounds, no windows either; at least not in the bedroom.

when you walked outside, however, you noticed the place was stunning.

and the only thing keeping you from panicking was sylus' scent and trace in every single room.

his footsteps approached with a steady rhythm, and his shadow fell on your back.

“go back to bed, kitten,” you quickly turned around, and his intense gaze found yours before he cupped one of your cheeks. “you're right where you belong now.”

and as his thumb brushed your cheek, you found yourself believing it.

because how could you not believe your safe person?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

the situation had been manageable for a few months.

he lived close, he was always visiting you or crashing at your place, under the pretense of needing something, or wanting your help.

but most of the time, he liked it when you came over to his place instead.

there, he could keep you within reach, know exactly where you were, and be absolutely sure that no other person could even look at you.

furthermore, he could ensure your well-being and know exactly what you needed, watching you in a domestic setting where you usually let your guard down and allowed yourself to be needy and honest.

he would act clueless, naturally.

he would ask vague questions, look at you in silence, pretend to be resting just so you could fully be yourself and show how you truly felt by crying or writing your feelings down —which he would later read.

and recently, now that you've been feeling different, he's been “resting” more.

obviously, he did this because the last thing he wanted to do was drive you away by asking lots of questions.

and knowing you, he knew you would lie to him and say everything was fine.

so he just observed.

when you thought he was just peacefully resting under your covers, without a care in the world, he was observing.

when you came home and found him there unexpectedly, sitting on your sofa, you thought he had fallen asleep waiting for you.

but he hadn't.

he wanted to see how many times you came back home looking defeated.

how many times you sighed, how many times you threw your bag away as if it carried all of your heavy burdens.

and when you least expected it, he was already taking matters into his own hands.

he was sneaky, he could surprise you, he could appear out of nowhere and startle you every single time.

but tonight?

he made himself known.

his footsteps echoed as he entered your apartment.

he already knew where to find you, and when he did, he approached.

you couldn't read his expression, nor did you question why he suddenly burst in.

after all, he'd been like this for quite some time, so you were used to it.

“my starlight.”

before you knew it, his coat was wrapped around your shoulders.

his hands were steady —as steady and gentle as his voice.

“no more.”

is all he says.

what does he mean by it?

why is he quiet now?

he brushes his thumb under your eye, and he confirms what he already suspected.

you'd been crying.

“xavi…”

“shh.”

he quietly tapped your lips once, as if trying to shut them down.

“you've carried enough. no more.”

he nods subtly, as if reassuring his statement.

because he was certain, and he meant it. he wouldn't allow it anymore.

he pulled his coat tighter around you, as if wanting to surround your space with him.

with his love, his scent, his peacefulness.

“come.”

he stood up and outstretched his hand for you, almost like a prince inviting you to dance.

a never-ending dance.

you stared at his hand, and then up at him.

it was a gentle command.

subtle, because he knew you wouldn't refuse.

and you obviously didn't, as you took his hand in yours and your eyes became watery.

“you trust me.”

no, he wasn't asking.

he was stating.

he knew that you would question him, that you would question your loyalty if he gave you the chance to think about it, so he assured you.

and he was so convincing that you agreed, nodding weakly.

he pulled you up and carefully lifted you into his arms, carrying you away.

where? you didn't know.

he took you to the roof, where he helped you decompress under the moon, with soft caresses and longing kisses on your lips.

your skin was glowing thanks to the moonlight, and he made sure you were loved enough to finally fall asleep, totally worn out and blissful.

when you woke up, it wasn't to the city noises, as when you two usually napped in this same spot.

you woke up to a dim artificial light, to the warmth of the coziest quilts, the snuggliest pillows, all of your plushies arranged against the wall.

close; but not enough to replace xavier as your sleep companion.

he was waiting, sitting on a comfy armchair in the corner as he read a book.

when you stirred, he glanced up before putting the thick book away, approaching you with a soft smile.

your mind was hazy, almost as if you were dreaming.

the place smelled familiar, the room had pretty and shiny trinkets, as well as luminous star stickers on the roof.

they were carefully arranged, though; each one creating a constellation, like the ones he had taught you about.

you were in your own little galaxy, yet the walls felt… suffocating .

it was safe, but cramped.

he laid down and curled up behind you, pulling you close.

“you've been under the wrong sky for too long, my star.”

and despite just waking up from a long, much-needed sleep, you felt drowsy again.

“this one is better,” he murmured against your ear, noticing how your eyes fluttered closed.

“xavi, where are we…?”

he tangled his legs with yours before kissing your nape.

“far enough,” he closed his eyes too. “yet close enough to never let you go.”

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

he had it easy.

you were just so sweet and loving, so understanding and attentive…

he could keep an eye on you, but never really intervene unless he deemed it necessary.

after all, he just needed to use his knowledge and unlimited love for you to understand his point of view and get away from harm's way.

he truly had it easy.

until you started to crumble right in front of his eyes.

no sleep, no lunch, no smile.

just a lost expression and constant naps during the day —and never out of tiredness; always out of fear.

fear of facing your problems.

fear of your burdens getting stronger, or worse.

fear of them increasing.

you listened to him at first.

when he told you to talk it out, when he told you to come over so you could properly eat, when he offered you to stay the night so you two could sleep together…

but you distanced yourself more and more, and now you only visited his office before going straight back to your home.

you wouldn't listen now, not even when he talked to you as your primary care physician.

that's when he got scared —because if you didn't listen to him, who would you listen to?

he decided to start visiting you instead.

he went to your house, cooked for you, brought pastries, stayed until you fell asleep.

yes, he had offered all of those things before.

but now he just went over and did them, no questions asked.

“zaynie, i don't—”

“it is in your best interest.”

“but—”

he just needed to turn around and look at you.

his piercing eyes were always gentle for you, but you also knew that his word was law, so you'd usually quiet down and let him pamper you.

on the low, though, zayne was meticulously arranging his detailed plan.

he was a man of action, and he needed to ensure everything went smoothly upon your realization.

he was always right; and you just needed —as always— a bit of guidance, because you weren't dumb.

at all.

you were just naive and persistent.

unable to recognize when the situation had spiraled out of your control, until you fell in too deep.

and you really did fall quickly —and during the week he was the busiest.

it was very late, and he drove to your place.

he walked to you, looking mindlessly out the window; the food he made was left untouched, and tears streamed down your face, one after the other.

sleep deprived, again.

his breath hitched, and you turned around.

“zayne…”

you weren't in the mood for lectures.

yet he didn't want to lecture you.

he walked up to you and cupped your face.

his fingertips felt cold against your skin, but his eyes?

oh, his eyes had this warm intensity, as well as a doctor's precision, as if he were evaluating every detail of your current state.

“you are dehydrated,” he noted when he brushed your skin with his thumbs. “how long have you been crying for?”

you looked down.

hours; he knew it already.

“how much more are you going to take?”

you didn't know how to answer.

his questions were making you think, and the more you did, the more you… realized.

good.

he tilted your chin up and kissed your eyelids, tasting your tears without intending to, yet not complaining either.

he nuzzled your head with his cheek, and held your nape to pull you closer, until your arms shakily fisted his dark coat.

his arms tightened around you, and you felt grounded after floating aimlessly for a while.

“i let you make your own decisions,” he spoke again, and you looked up. your cheek was squished against his chest, and he looked down at you with tenderness, but also seriousness about the situation. “and look where that has brought you.”

you wanted to say that it wasn't that simple; that you didn't choose to feel like this.

but he is a doctor.

he knows; you know he does, so what he is telling you must be meaningful and true, right?

“i let you try to prove me wrong, but you did not. you could not.”

you swallowed the shame, knowing he was right.

“right now, you are not capable of making the choices that will keep you safe,” he continued, his voice now quieter. “so i will be taking them for you.”

he pulled back and took your hand, walking with so much familiarity around your place as he headed to your bedroom.

he pulled out your favorite bag and packed some of your pretty sweaters and cozy pajamas; the ones he couldn't retrieve secretly before, as he knew you would notice.

you, oh so sweetly, followed and sniffled.

“where are we going…?”

he carefully folded everything, and then he looked up at you.

“on a trip.”

he took your hand gently, and you tensed up while you two exited your home.

it wasn't apprehension; it was a mix of relief at not having to decide anymore, and fear of not feeling better even after doing something you loved —like traveling with zayne.

during the drive, you asked some questions, and he made sure to answer, even if vaguely.

he purposely took the long road, knowing you'd fall asleep in no time.

and when you woke up, it was already daylight.

it was snowy outside, the windows were frosted, the wood panels creaked, and the warm fireplace cast an orange glow on your sleepy frame.

it smelt like jasmines; it felt cozy, and there were dozens upon dozens of bookshelves with books zayne had recommended to you before.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, and his lips remained pressed against your forehead, as if giving you a reverent kiss that he intended to last forever.

“slept well?”

he whispered, and you, thinking this was just another trip, nodded, already feeling better under his care.

“we will stay here for a while.”

forever, he wanted to say.

but that would never escape his lips.

“zaynie, what about your work…?”

he hummed and nuzzled your cheek.

“no thinking, my love. rest.”

and his warm voice made it sound easy, like he was offering you a vacation.

one with no return.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ prompt: don't care what fandom: what's the most self-indulgent fic you've written? (the one you'd probably read over and over again for whatever reason that's precious to you) ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh my gosh, thank you so much for the tag! ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა i would have to say my first piece ever! which is... warmth (zayne from lads ♡) ᵎᵎ

he deserves this warmth —not only when it is cold. no. he deserves warmth even in the hottest of summers. he deserves warmth in the warmest season of the year. he deserves warmth when he's relaxed and at peace, but he also deserves warmth when he doesn't feel worthy of it. because even in the coldest, harshest winters within himself, he still manages to be your warm, cozy safehouse.

﹙♡﹚not only it is very special because it's the first piece i've ever written for the fandom, (and for tumblr as well) but it practically conveys how i feel about zaynie and how much i think he deserves the love, the coddling, and the warmth! i love getting lovey-dovey and affectionate, and i am quite —very so— motherly in a way, so... yeah. that's about it (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ tags (no pressure!): @pearlietears, @seungkwansflower, @sylusgworl and any of my followers who would like to jump in! (gives me the chance to check your work, too. hehe ♡) ꒰੭

Ok starting a new game!! 🤭

Don't care what fandom: what's the most self-indulgent fic you've written? (the one you'd probably read over and over again for whatever reason that's precious to you)

Gimme all the pomp and circumstances. Gimme your favorite quotes. Communicate in gifs. Gimme all the memes. Whatever you want to pump that fic UP 🗣

Here's mine:

Play With Fire: aka the never-ending ice cream prank war with Sylus

“How did you pull this off?” He’s picking at something invisible under his fingernails—probably the industrial grade gorilla glue you pilfered from the black market and slipped into his shampoo bottle. Or maybe the microscopic herpes of arts and crafts you funneled into the turret slotted above the kitchen ceiling panel. Or maybe the dye that advertised himself as a pending missile target, conveniently labeled as his favorite conditioner.

tag list no pressure (also for all my followers who want to jump in!):

@comatosebunny09 @unknown-ends @abyssyby @rika-mmendmethings @xxsyluslittlecrowxx @fiendsgf @peascribbles @peascrabbles @peachylynnie @rcvcgers @velaenam @vxnillabxn @harmonyrae @einawnimie @starryeyed-apple @leighsartworks216 @sunsets-and-crows @capitnos @dizzydaisychains @naomihatake @sylusonychinus @novthirty @orphicmeliora @terriblesoup @lili-k-lei @smittenlynnli @nezuswritingdesk @tsukiimonster @salemrph @sahxrii @deepspacenova @mythblossoms @lorelei-larai @always-just-red @reilemon @subliminalwish @deusfoundry @zaynezone @zaynesdesimc @sylusbelovedart @humanjarvis @iraot @macbetha @shaiyasstuff @thechaoticarchivist @skaiylus @ittybittyfanblog @dijayeah @borkunlimited @dissociativewriter

[vxnillabxn]

I really love how you write rafayel so i have a request with him :3 where reader/mc also draws or paints and he notices them going through burnout/art block because they don't like what they make or dont think its good

(Totally self indulgent as i haven't picked up my sketchbook in a while &need some motivation to draw again😣)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚hello, hello! ughhh, being so creative yet struggling to create is so frustrating! but i hope this motivates you at least a little bit, pumpkin! ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა

he was bored.

his hands hurt, his back was in so much pain, his hands were a mess of colors, and you've been oddly quiet all afternoon.

he rambled about the upcoming week, and you would only hum in response.

he started lots of conversations, which ended in more silence.

eventually, he got tired of painting, and the fact that you were barely paying him attention made him extra needy.

he washed his hands, approached your sitting form on the sofa, and dramatically sat next to you.

“cuuuutieeeee…”

he leaned his head on your shoulder and looked down at your sketchbook.

“what are you doiiiiiing?”

he dragged his words, now plopping his legs over your lap.

“shoooooow meeee…”

you sighed, but you soon showed him the blank page.

and then the other blank pages, one after the other.

you'd been like this for hours and hours —just staring, looking up for inspiration, reviewing old drawings— but nothing helped.

he hummed softly, putting your sketchbook down when he noticed you didn't feel like talking.

“let's go to sleep, i'm soooo tired.”

he took your hand and gently pulled you up.

and honestly, you were exhausted and defeated, so you quickly put your supplies aside and followed him.

obviously, he knew something was up, but he decided to observe first, and then intervene.

after all, he knew you so well, and he could read you like a book, even when he acted clueless about it.

over the next few days, he would walk past you, peeking over your shoulder and assessing the situation you were in.

he'd been there before, but he wanted to understand what was going on in your case.

maybe burnout, maybe you didn't feel like doing anything, maybe you weren't connecting with your art.

whatever it was… he knew it couldn't be good.

it was draining you, making you pace around and letting your art supplies collect dust after being used with so much inspiration just some time ago.

a few days went by, and you two were busy enough, so he couldn't really continue his investigation.

however, he waited for the weekend, as you two usually spent it together —rambling, painting, sketching, or just orbiting each other's space.

rafayel sat next to you with his own sketchbook and some pencils, and looked attentively as you sat down next to him.

“do you have anything in mind, cutie?”

you looked at him, and then down at the supplies.

“hm… not really. actually, i don't feel like drawing today, raf.”

he contemplated your answer, and then he finally asked.

“just today?”

his tone wasn't accusatory in the slightest. he seemed curious, but deep down, he could guess what the answer was based on your expression.

“raf…”

“it happens to the best of us, cutie. no need to feel bad about it.”

his arm found its way around your shoulders, and he pushed you closer.

“...what happens?”

you asked, trying to see what he thought it was.

though you weren't surprised when he got it right.

“artist's block.”

you stayed in silence, and then took a deep breath as he kept talking.

“are you having trouble getting inspired? do you want me to help you with some ideas, my pearl?”

“no… that's not exactly it.”

he tilted his head with curiosity.

now he was confused. what was it, then? lack of motivation, perhaps?

“truth is, i don't think my work is that good.”

his whole body froze for a second, as if you'd just spoken a foreign language.

“...what?”

you didn't answer right away, but the room felt hot.

burning, even.

you squirmed uncomfortably, before speaking up again.

“i said—”

“no, i heard you. loud and clear,” he softly cut in, sitting up straighter. “i'm just trying to understand why.”

“what do you mean “why”, rafayel? i am being honest. i don't think i'm that good; i've seen other people's—”

“okay, cut it right there.”

his voice was firm. not angry nor irritated, but it startled you regardless.

he stood up and walked to your shared bedroom, only to return with some old sketches and paintings of yours.

“raf…”

“it's not fair. i can understand lack of inspiration, i can understand lack of motivation, i can understand lack of ideas. been there; it wasn't nice.”

he held the drawings and started showing them to you, one by one.

“but i've seen how your hand moves faster than your thoughts when you have to get something out of your mind. i've seen you crying over color theory. i've seen the most precious smile on your face once you nailed your line work on the first try.”

his words felt like a raging tide hitting against the docks under a stormy sky.

yet, you felt your cheeks grow warmer and warmer. he was on fire, and it felt both suffocating and comforting —familiar— somehow.

“so don't sit there and expect your words to make sense to me. they don't.”

he carefully handed you your art pieces, before kneeling between your legs.

his hands found your knees, and he gently rubbed them, looking at you with soft eyes, but disbelief written all over the rest of his face.

“i'm not asking you to think of yourself as a prodigy, or… or i don't know, to love everything you make. it's okay if you don't. but to say you're not that good?”

your eyes stung.

he was being way too honest, and maybe you needed that reality check…

but it didn't make it less shocking.

“but i… sometimes i mess up, and…”

“i know, my pearl. i know you see flaws, and as an artist, you're supposed to. that helps you grow and whatnot, but… growth and worth are not the same thing.”

his voice was calmer now.

he was trying to make you understand the best way he knew —and he couldn't help but feel passionate about a topic that had had a huge influence on him practically his whole life— and about you.

“do you remember the time i… tried painting a portrait of you, but in cubism?”

you let out a shaky breath, almost like a laugh.

he smiled.

“did it look like you?”

you shook your head.

“not quite.”

“and did that make me a bad artist, cutie?”

“...it didn't. but that's not fair, raf. you are way more talented.”

he sighed and cupped your cheeks tenderly.

“enough. this isn't a competition. not between us, not between you and other artists. i know you've been struggling lately, but that doesn't make you less good.”

you tried to speak, but he flicked your forehead.

“ah, ah, no.”

“but—”

“nope.”

“raf!”

“you're good, cutie. you are very good. and if you don't want to take it from your boyfriend, take it from me as an artist.”

you stayed quiet this time, as he lovingly kissed your forehead.

“you are the best in my eyes.”

and you felt this urge to hug him, which you did, after putting your drawings away from your lap.

and he happily embraced you, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“i'm sorry if i was too harsh. i just can't see you sabotaging yourself like that, my pearl. not if i can stop you.”

you nodded, quickly kissing his cheek.

“no, don't apologize… i needed that. thank you.”

he smiled and stood up, outstretching both hands your way.

“you know what? let's forget about this sketching nonsense.”

you got on your feet before he started guiding you toward the main door.

“we need a getaway, and we have the whole weekend to ourselves. maybe we'll both get inspired, who knows!”

“right now? but we need to pack and all!”

he shrugged, dismissing you with a hand gesture.

“we won't be needing clothes anyway…”

he whispered. you quickly slapped his arm.

“rafayel!”

“to swim! gosh, get your mind out of the gutter!”

and for the first time in days, you laughed wholeheartedly.

something told you that you two were going to come back inspired and ready to create.

and the thought of picking up your sketchbook and creating something wasn't so scary anymore.

[vxnillabxn]

Hiiiii! I really enjoy your writings! Especially when you write for sylus and caleb🥹 I

saw your requests are open again and wanted to ask if you could write a boyfriend caleb x Mc/reader fic where they get into a petty argument and reader moves her things to sleep on the couch but caleb would never allow that😂and it’s a fluffy and cute ending where they make up?🫶🏻 thank you in advance hon💜!!!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, fluff & fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚AHHH, playful! caleb is my absolute favorite! ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ this request was sososo fun to write, and it made me crave a playful, lighthearted dynamic like this~ thank you so much for sending it, and please enjoy, anonnie ᡣ 𓈒⋅ ⩊ ⋅𓈒ྀིა

caleb and you returned after a day out at the shopping mall.

you two bought matching keychains, ate lots of delicious things, and went to the arcade, —meant for kids, of course— that was luckily empty.

he saw this flight simulator that he absolutely had to try, and, obviously, you wanted to beat his score.

you two sat side by side, and while you were furiously maneuvering and pushing buttons, he was way more calm and collected, given his experience.

you had a few tricks up your sleeve, though… like leaning in to kiss his cheek, or yelping in pain only for him to turn his attention to you, worried for your well-being.

“ouch, my finger!”

it worked, naturally.

he turned all of his attention to you, alert and ready to assist, only for you to squeal in joy and win with a mischievous smile.

“yay me!”

and you won several tickets, which you exchanged for an airplane plushie, only to rub your —not-so-fair— triumph in his face.

when you returned home, he wasn't mad…

and it was bugging you a little bit, because you wanted him to feel defeated.

“huh, shouldn't you be ashamed? you fell for the oldest trick in the girlfriend's book!”

he smiled with amusement, helping you out of your coat.

“yeah, well, i'm actually happy you finally got to win after your more-than-a-decade-long losing streak.”

you gasped.

this little—

“that is simply untrue, caleb! i do win, and many times!”

“oh yeah, pips? which ones?”

he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“uh… well, you know… that one time when we…”

“when we…?” he smiled, cocking his head to the side. “i'm waiting, baby.”

you clicked your tongue and walked past him, going to the bedroom.

“you know what? i refuse to engage in your childish mind games! i won, you didn't, and that's what matters.”

you picked up your pillows, your blankets, and comfy pajamas from your shared bed.

he saw you, and his smile faltered.

“what are you doing, pips?”

you glared at him.

“me and the adorable airplane that i won, will go to sleep on the couch! now, if you'll excuse me, mister loser…”

you threw your stuff on the living room's comfy couch, and you were about to go change, when your feet left the floor.

“hey, hey! unhand me!”

you started kicking and trying to pry his arm off, but he tightened his grip, securing the airplane plushie with his other hand.

“you're sleeping with me, and that will be on the bed, pipsqueak.”

“you wish!”

when he left you on the bed, you stood up again and ran back to the living room, plopping down on the couch and gripping it with all your might.

he sighed, and went back for you.

he easily lifted you up, and you pulled up the cushions with you, almost like a claw machine.

this went on for at least three minutes, until you finally stood behind the couch, raising your hands in surrender.

“hey! if you want me to sleep on the bed, you have to win fair and square, like me!”

he was baffled.

you?

winning fair and square?

yeah, right.

“so… you want me to do this your way, pipsqueak?”

you nodded, still panting from the chase.

“you sure? no regrets allowed after you agree.”

“yes, i'm sure! gosh, why are you being so weird about it?”

he smirked.

you immediately knew he set you up, and you fell in his trap without even noticing.

he turned around and went to the bedroom, leaving you both anxious and confused.

before you could ask him what was going on, you heard a loud thump, things falling, and his voice cursing out, clearly in pain.

“oh gosh, caleb!”

you didn't even think twice before running to the bedroom.

and that was your second mistake, and in less than twenty seconds.

he kicked the door closed, carried you like a potato sack towards the bed, and pushed the airplane plushie away to be the one in your arms instead.

“yay me.”

he whispered, pinning you down and squishing his cheeks on your chest.

the things that fell down quickly returned to their rightful place with a rapid flick of his wrist and his annoying evol.

and this time, you couldn't really complain, because he did win.

…fairly so? that's up for debate.

but neither of you were good judges, so you accepted your fate, and soon buried your nose in his hair.

“you're so petty.”

“i know. you're petty too, pips.”

“…i know.”

he looked up at you, and by the way his face was tilted, it seemed like he had puppy eyes.

“can you at least acknowledge that i won at the arcade?”

“nope.”

he kissed your lips, and soon snuggled your neck, crushing you with his weight.

“not even the plushie?”

“you exchanged it for tickets. that's not winning, baby.”

he's insufferable… yet so charming too.

an irresistible pain in the—

“but… you won my heart without even tryin'. that's a big achievement, if you ask me.”

...aw.

you finally gave in and smiled, poking his squished cheeks.

“you know what? yeah. that is worth like… a hundred victories. and that, mr. loser, makes me a winner!”

this time, he doesn't interject.

you felt his breathy laugh against your neck, and then a soft kiss that followed.

“sure thing, my winning baby.”

[vxnillabxn]

hiiiii, moootie! hope you're well!

i just wanted to request, how would the lads boys react to a reader who wants to be an author, and let's say she makes the main male lead about them, how would they react? i think it's really cute 🤧🤧🤧

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x author gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚hi mootie! hope you're doing amazing too~ ♡ this request is truly adorable, thank you so much for sending it (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ (i wrote a little bit more for your favs, hehe) the idea of loving the boys so much that you just have to include them in your art/creations will always be so, so sweet to me ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

he's been supportive from the moment you showed interest in writing.

from your small pieces to the latest ones you've been creating, he's fascinated by your creativity and how you convey emotions in such a poetic and beautiful way.

he could stare at you for hours, seeing your frowny face as you decided what to write next, or when you mimicked the expressions you gave your characters, so you could describe them accurately.

lately, though, he's noticed you've been staring back at him quite often.

seeing his reactions to different things, asking things like: “what would you do if you were a chinese emperor and you fell in love with your concubine, who happened to be an assassin in disguise?”

…okay?

he would obviously answer as truthfully as he could, but why were you taking notes?

also, you've been smelling his hair and perfume, trying to describe it afterwards.

he didn't mind, though. he low-key thrived under your attention, and he was more than happy that you were always looking at him and noticing his quirks and micro expressions.

it made him feel less creepy when he did the same with you, too.

after some weeks, you suddenly approached with some printed pages, glancing up at him with a shy smile.

“lebbie, care to proofread this for me?”

obviously, he noticed you weren't acting as usual, but that smile of yours was irresistible, and he didn't want to question you further.

he grinned warmly, standing up to kiss your forehead and take the papers from your hand.

“of course, pipsqueak.”

he loved it when you showed your works to him, and he was more than happy to read them and let you know how much he enjoyed them —because he always did.

he sat down and started reviewing, and so far, everything was good.

the setting was understandable, the pace wasn't too slow nor too fast, and you described things well enough for him to picture in his head.

besides, the nameless main protagonist was so charming and described to be handsome, protective, and devoted.

he could relate to that.

in fact, he could relate to his physical description, too.

and the scent, and the mannerisms… and the expressions…

he stopped reading, and he tilted his head, going through the lines again.

“pips?”

you were fidgeting with your hands, looking at him attentively.

“what? did you find any grammar mistakes?”

he put the papers down, and looked up at you.

“is… is there anything you wanna tell me, baby?”

he looked serious, but his voice carried a hint of disbelief.

part of him was hopeful, the other part was afraid.

maybe he was reading too much into things, literally speaking.

or maybe… you wrote about him.

you thought of him as the main protagonist, which would explain your behavior these past days.

when you saw his expression, you subtly gestured at him to keep reading.

and much to his surprise, the character's name was soon revealed a few pages after.

xia yizhou.

oh, his heart.

he stood up almost immediately, carefully putting the papers down and walking to you with long strides.

he effectively lifted you off the ground and spun you around, until you were clinging to him and squealing in both surprise and joy.

“lebbie!”

he smiled and kissed your lips, before those lavender eyes of his were on yours, so intense, yet so tender at the same time.

“it's me. he is me. you've been… have you been studyin' me, naughty pips?”

there was a small smile on your lips when you nodded.

“yes… do you think i did you justice?”

he finally put you down, and he retrieved the papers to take a look at them again.

“more than that. you thought i was interesting enough to write 'bout me.”

his gaze falls back on yours, and his ears are tainted in a pretty shade of pink.

“thank you, baby. i know you didn't write this for my eyes only, but… it's the best gift ever.”

and he meant it, because he scanned the papers and kept the copies on his tablet, and whenever he had free time, he would read the lines over and over again.

because he could finally understand how you viewed him, what you thought he was like, what you thought of his scent, of his face, of his inner thoughts, even.

and the fact that you were so accurate, only showed how close you two were, and how much attention you paid to him.

just when he thought he couldn't love you more…

your writing came to prove him wrong.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

mr. artist and his stunning, talented author.

it had to be fate.

creative souls are destined to be together, and he was so glad to have such a complex-minded and imaginative person by his side.

you two constantly helped each other when inspiration was low, or when either of you had a creative block.

he would read some of your pieces to later depict them in his paintings, and you would look at his paintings to later write about what they made you feel.

overall, it was a great dynamic, with so much love and support.

he obviously thought nothing could be better than that…

but he was so wrong.

you started a new project a few weeks ago, and you've been on your laptop more often than not.

of course, you made time for him, and you also made sure to give him enough love and attention so he wouldn't complain or interrupt you in the middle of your work.

he'd been wanting to ask lots of questions, but as an artist, he knew how tedious it was to explain and work at the same time, so he'd wait until you either finished or felt confident enough with your progress to share it with him.

as he expected, the latter happened first.

it was a quiet night; he was cleaning his brushes, you were typing on your laptop.

he would occasionally walk up to you and kiss your forehead, and you would do the same —just as a little and considerate love gesture.

when you finally stretched out and put your laptop aside, he immediately knew you were done for the day.

you were either satisfied with your progress, or you were just tired and wanted to wrap it up.

he approached, and finally claimed his rightful duty as your boyfriend, poking your sides and pouting his lips for kisses.

and obviously, you gave him as many as he wanted, because he was quite patient and had stayed focused on his painting all day long.

“how is it going, cutie?”

you smiled and rested your head against his.

“i think it's good. it needs some polishing, though. do you want to—?”

“yes!”

he quickly took the laptop and pulled it onto his lap, starting to scroll back to the first page.

you took this as your chance to go see his work, and also help him clean up his mess, because you knew how bad it could be.

as always, you were left stunned.

he had created yet another piece inspired by you and your writings, and the scattered brushes and paint splatters on the floor didn't matter anymore.

you didn't realize you'd been standing in the same place for so long until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and you heard ragged breathing.

“my pearl…”

he unexpectedly whispered against your ear, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

when you turned around, you saw his flushed face and his tear scars more prominent than before.

“oh, raf… have you been crying?”

needless to say, you were concerned. when you cupped his cheeks, he nuzzled your palm almost immediately, his eyes searching yours with so much need that you couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

he finally pointed back at your laptop.

“was that... me? you wrote about me?”

your gaze softened once you understood.

right, you forgot to tell him beforehand.

“i… yes, i've been wanting not to just include you in one of my works, but to make you an important part of them.”

his eyebrows knitted together, and the tears that had already shed threatened to fall again.

is this what being someone's muse was like?

and not just a random someone —the person he loved the most?

did you feel the same overwhelming warmth and joy the first time he painted you?

he couldn't put it into words, nor could he really form cohesive sentences, even though he loved talking.

“i love you.”

is what he managed to say in a hushed voice after seconds of silence.

because it encompassed how proud, happy, elated, and enamoured he was.

he knew what it was to love someone so much, to the point of immortalizing them through the thing he loved doing the most.

but to be loved back just as much, in the same way, and with the same amount of dedication and care?

“i love you too, rafayel.”

oh, and he knew you meant it.

he kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you non-stop, until the overwhelm was replaced by excitement about what's to come.

“do you want me to help with the cover, my pearl? what about illustrations between pages? oh, you'll need to advertise it…”

he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, taking you away as he frantically moved his hand, giving out ideas.

there was something better than just your perfect dynamic, unlike what he thought.

and that was the immense love you two had for each other.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

he was more than delighted to read your works, and help you review them or add things you weren't so sure about.

obviously, he also loved just looking at you as you focused and let your mind wander, because you mostly did it while you two were together.

he would put on his favorite classics, read a book, or busy himself cleaning his guns, as you either wrote down your ideas on paper or typed them on your preferred device.

it felt comforting, it felt quiet, it felt right.

and he had the chance to study you and literally see the gears turning in that amazing head of yours.

nonetheless, these days, he's been the subject of your scrutinizing investigation.

and he noticed right away.

you kept showing him your process, asking what he thought of the main character's choices.

he was always truthful, and bluntly said when he thought the protagonist was being reckless without reason, or overly indulgent.

…if he only knew the protagonist was him.

you did make a few adjustments here and there, until sylus finally hummed and nodded.

“i would have done the same here,” or “he seems rather wise.”

phew.

with those improvements in mind, you finally finished writing a few chapters, and you were ready for him to review them.

of course, he got his glasses, he beckoned you, pulled you to his lap, and then started reading, keeping his cheek pressed against yours.

he skimmed through the parts he had already read these past days, but he was very thorough when reviewing the new lines.

obviously, he quickly caught up with what was happening… or so he thought.

the protagonist was clearly influenced by him, and he was very touched by this mere fact.

he turned his head until his lips met your cheek, and he kissed you quite loudly, unable to contain his endearment.

“sy! don't get distracted, you have to pay attention to the details and read between the lines or you'll get lost!”

he obliged, naturally, and as he kept reading, he noticed that there was something else going on.

not only was the protagonist very similar to him…

he was identical, in every sense of the word.

and yes, he could see your little smile from the corner of his eye, and he could also sense your anticipation.

“sweetie?”

you didn't answer, too busy trying not to chuckle.

“darling.”

your reaction was enough confirmation, and as he went to the last pages, the name of the male lead was finally revealed, both to your future readers and to him.

he should've known.

his silence could be misinterpreted as confusion, or even as shock, so you gently poked the side of his nose.

“sy… i know i might have mischaracterized you a little bit, but—”

he put everything down, including his reading glasses, and all of a sudden, he leaned down on the couch, pulling you on top of him so he could look into your eyes.

“it is perfect. everything has been very well depicted, accurately so.”

his thumbs brushed gentle circles on your waist as he held you down, and your hands found their way to his chest.

“i am honoured, my darling.”

his following long and endless kisses on your lips and his eyes showed exactly that; he truly felt grateful and lucky, because the love of his life held him in such high regard.

and also, because he could take a dive inside your heart without having to assume your feelings along the way, since you'd written them yourself, so sincerely, so intimately, so detailedly, yet not explicitly so, as you didn't describe why you loved him word by word.

the simple fact that you included him as part of something you loved doing, and after studying him for a while, was enough proof.

furthermore, not only did you intend to show those feelings to him, no.

you wanted other people to know.

to read how you felt about him, how you saw him, what he meant to you, and how you perceived him.

yet you were now looking at him as if you didn't just take his breath and heart away, —once again— as if this wasn't the greatest act of love he's ever seen or even heard of, or as if you truly thought he deserved this with no doubt whatsoever.

and before you could think of an appropriate answer, he was already rolling to be on top of you, refusing to let your lips go by any means.

he didn't have to read between the lines as you asked him to.

because he found himself on every single one of them.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

he was very happy to share his favorite authors and books with you, but ultimately, he declared you the best among them all.

sure, some of those authors or pieces had won the nobel prize in literature…

but did they have the “xavier's approved” stamp?

no, next question.

anytime you started to brainstorm ideas, he would stare at you with the softest smile, wondering what you were up to then.

and if you asked him to, he would help you out —both with his extensive knowledge and his enthusiasm for literature.

if you finally had a concrete idea, he would absolutely take his chance to turn into a table.

yes.

a table.

he'd lay across your legs, looking up at you and letting you put your laptop, tablet, notebook, or, hell, even your elbows over his chest.

he'd sleep like a baby either way, and he got to be close to you while you worked. he was just considerate like that.

today was no different; he was peacefully resting his head on your lap as you pseudo-finished the chapter you had been working on for a few weeks, and when you finally let out a sigh of relief, xavier woke up.

he blinked slowly, and his eyes met yours.

the dreamiest smile appeared on his lips, and you carefully removed everything from his chest so he could sit up and hug you lazily.

“hm… good progress, starlight?”

you smiled and kissed his forehead lovingly.

“mhm. i need your hawk eyes to help me out, xav.”

he nodded and gladly turned around as you set everything up for him to start reading.

his eyes moved across the lines slowly, and not necessarily because he was a slow reader.

he just truly wanted to savor reading this work for the first time ever.

obviously, he had to ask questions, so he stopped to look at you, asking simple things about the setting, where you got the ideas from, or some details that weren't mentioned right away.

“what's the protagonist's name, star?”

you smiled and kissed his cheek.

“xavier.”

“yes?”

he tilted his head, turning it towards you.

you couldn't help but pinch his soft cheeks.

“no, silly. his name is xavier, too.”

he looked at you, and his skin started to feel warm under your hands.

he was blushing.

“really?”

“go on, keep reading.~”

he was thrilled, really. his heart was thumping, he felt proud, and he wanted to kiss you senseless.

but he obeyed, and he turned his head back to continue reading.

and soon enough, he was leaning against you a bit more, and more, and more.

until his arms were wrapped around your torso, and his cheek was squished over your head.

you could hear his heart thumping, yet he didn't stop reading —not until the very end.

you had wanted to surprise him, obviously, even when you had pretty much already told him what it was about.

“before you say anything, i want to know what—!”

there was no time for you to react, because you were under his body, completely trapped.

he was overwhelmed with emotions, and he had to outburst eventually.

his breathing was a bit uneven, and his brows furrowed as he looked at you.

“why didn't you tell me, starlight?”

you were a bit surprised, but you soon chuckled, trying to push him off.

he wouldn't budge.

“xav, it was a surprise! did i exaggerate your character or something?”

“it's perfect.”

he whispered, and now you were even more confused.

“then why are you—?”

“because i could've kissed you eons ago.”

he stated, and soon after, his lips met yours in what seemed —and felt— like a desperate kiss.

when he parted away, he hid his face on your shoulder.

“what did i do to deserve so much love?”

you tried to catch your breath, and when you did, you gently caressed his back.

“being you, xavi.”

he sighed shakily, still taking in everything.

your words, both written and spoken, were engraved in his heart forever.

“can i have a copy of the manuscript?”

you smiled and caressed his hair, tangling it between your fingers.

“i know i just read it here with you, but… i'd like to reread it whenever i miss you. would that be okay?”

and your heart melted.

how could you say no, when he was clinging and nuzzling you, asking such adorable questions after pretty much leaving you breathless and flushed a few seconds ago?

“of course, bunbun.”

he hummed, and he really did protect the copy when you finally gave it to him.

do hurry up with the next chapters, and add as many kisses as possible, though.

he'll be waiting to be casted for the movie adaptation with you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

zayne knew right away, because you actually told him about your newest project, and also told him you had him in mind as your male lead.

seeing how flustered he got whenever you studied his mannerisms as he worked or reacted to anything, no matter how small, was worth it.

plus, it was easier that way, because you didn't really like keeping secrets from him, and he would always ask how your current pieces were doing.

you remember how happy he got, how his handsome face had one of the goofiest yet softest smiles ever, and how he held you in his lap all night long, whispering loving words in your ear endlessly.

from that day on, he enjoyed it when you went to his office to work in silence by his side, and he got very warm and blushy thinking about everything you could possibly be writing about.

however, things started to change a bit when you began showing him little snippets.

he was eager at first, leaving his work behind and pulling you close to give you all of his attention, as always.

but after he read and made some corrections in grammar, you noticed his gaze would linger a bit longer, as if lost in thought.

“what? was it too cliché, zaynie?”

he wouldn't answer right away, but he would always smile and kiss your temple.

he shook his head.

“no, my love. it was perfect.”

but it happened the next few times as well, and it was starting to worry you.

what if he didn't like what you were writing so far?

maybe it wasn't his cup of tea?

but he would tell you, you're certain of it.

…unless he didn't want to hurt your feelings?

you couldn't take it anymore, so you waited for him to come home.

when he opened the door, took off his shoes and kissed your head, you took the chance.

“zayne, i finished writing. can you read it for me?”

he was taken aback, but he nodded his head, waiting for you to bring the manuscript.

and, once again, he finished reading, contemplated for a bit, and then… another smile and kiss on your temple.

“good.”

before he could leave, you stopped him.

“okay, you know you can totally tell me if you don't like it, right? what is it? too cheesy? too much drama? too much angst? i won't get mad, i swear—”

he leaned in to cup your cheeks, with a frown on his face.

“none of the above… why are you saying this, love?”

“because…! because you've been so… aloof and i don't know what to think!”

and after staring at him, he finally sighed and sat down on a kitchen stool, beckoning you.

you stood between his legs, and he decided to tell you what you'd been dying to know.

“you are a fantastic writer, my love. i know for a fact you will be the best author one day, and i enjoy your works without fail. i simply think… you wrote him too perfectly.”

you blinked in confusion.

“who?”

“the protagonist. me.”

he lifted his eyes to look at you.

“he is patient, intuitive, considerate, gentle. he always knows what to do and what to say.”

“yes, and the problem is…? i'm sorry zaynie, i'm not following. i told you i would make you the male lead.”

his hands now traveled to your waist, and he pulled you close, as if trying to ground himself.

“and i am honored, love. completely. but these days i've started to wonder if i was falling short of the man you put on paper. perhaps i am not what you wish me to be.”

you were mortified.

was this the reason behind his reactions?

you could cry right there, because it hadn't even crossed your mind.

“but zaynie… that is you.”

his expression was unreadable, a mix between disbelief and hurt.

“i didn't write him perfectly. i wrote him as i see him, and if you perceive him as perfect… it is because that's how i see you.”

he stared at you, and something in him melted slowly.

“every mannerism, every attitude, every line… they are you. all you. and, to be honest, there are many other things i haven't written about. i was actually afraid of not doing you justice…”

he pulled you in, and buried his face on your chest.

“my love… i will try to see myself through your eyes from now on. do not think for a second that i don't appreciate your consideration nor love your writing. you are extraordinary, and… i am grateful for having you in my life.”

you held him tighter and kissed his head lovingly, whispering apologies for not noticing his inner turmoil earlier.

“i love you, zaynie.”

and this time, he answered right away.

“i love you too… and there are some grammar mistakes that need to be assessed. pronto.”

you smiled and pulled back, agreeing immediately.

because the perfect boyfriend that you knew and loved was happy, just as he deserved to be.

[vxnillabxn]

Hy! Congrats on your followers! 🥳 🥳 🥳

Very deserved 🫶🏻

May I request for Sylus with a gn!reader (mc or not) who's very clingy and cuddly, very physically affectionate? I always read about how he would only like a partner who is super independent, but I feel like with how much he wants to take care of Mc he wouldn't mind?

Thank you for sharing with us 🖤 🖤 🖤

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus x cuddly gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ so much fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚awww, thank you so, so much! and also, to all my fellow cuddly and affectionate babies, you are seen! i mean, sylus would love a badass partner, BUT you can't tell me he wouldn't love someone who'll kiss him, hug him, nuzzle him and stay by his side all day ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ he would def adore his needy kitten ♡

he can't wait to come home.

not only because he gets to relax, but because he is waiting for your voice to call out for him as you smile, ready to hug him and stay by his side.

when he parks his bike and gets ready to take off his shoes, you are already by the door, unable to contain your excitement as he gets closer.

of course, he's smirking.

and you're almost vibrating, so happy to see him, and so eager to hug and kiss him, too.

he doesn't tease you nor make you wait.

never.

why would he, when he's just as impatient to hold you and have your comforting scent close once again?

as soon as he outstretches his arms, you run to him and hug him, smiling with so much love and excitement that he can't help but smile and pepper your face with soft kisses.

“missed me, kitten?”

“lots!”

the fact that you're always so honest with what you want, and so eager to fulfill your needs without doubt, is what makes him even more attracted to you.

you feel safe enough around him to always run to his arms, never once doubting that he'll hold you.

never once doubting that he'll love you just as much.

that is priceless.

and he also respects it.

when you're particularly needy, and can't help but just… kiss him, over and over, saying how handsome he is, how strong and smart, how pretty his eyes are, his nose, his lips, all between kisses…

he melts.

yes, he blushes a bit.

and his eyes turn hazy, both with so much love and a bit of neediness on his end, too.

will he admit it out loud?

no.

does he need to?

not really.

it is obvious by the way his eyes soften and the way he looks at you, as if silently begging for you to continue.

those days when you two decide to stay in, and he has you clinging to him like a cute leech, he feels the calmest.

you're there, close to him, right where he can protect you and ensure you're safe and happy.

and when you beg him to spoon you, to cuddle, to hold you close, he'll always drop everything for you.

what could be more crucial than spoiling his affectionate kitten?

absolutely nothing.

another gesture of yours that he loves, though, is when he asks if you need anything.

he obviously means something material, like a new shirt, maybe shoes, or even a snack if you're feeling like it.

“do you need anything, my darling?”

and almost always, your answer is sweet and simple.

“you!”

his heart combusts.

and he pulls you to his lap every single time, making sure to kiss every inch of skin he can reach, until you're more than just satisfied.

the only con, though, is that sometimes… it can get overly sweet for those around you, especially in public.

seeing such a feared man absolutely melting when his partner kisses him non-stop, hugs him and squishes their cheek against his strong chest?

yeah, uh, get a room.

but in the privacy of your shared bedroom?

there's more than enough space to be filled with the echoes of your loving kisses, the endless praises on your end to him, the sweet words and caresses you give him, all while he looks at you with the eyes of a man madly in love, ready to protect this honest and precious love with all of his heart.

the whispered “i love you's,” the shared secrets between soft giggles, all of those small yet meaningful things that you do, make him fall deeper, and deeper.

and he'll return every single kiss, praise and caress all night if he has to.

until you are as much of a mess as he is, if not more.

because your love and affection never felt like too much; he always craves more.

and you seemingly have an unlimited amount of love just for him…

it is simply meant to be, isn't it?~

[vxnillabxn]

YOUR ACCOUNT IS SO CUTE AND SO PRETTY! AND I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THE LOVE INTERESTS AND YOUR REQUESTS TOO OMG!💖💖💖

OMG AAAH, thank you sososo much! (˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) messages like this one make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside akfkwkfns (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) and also, i really try my best to write the main five as accurately as possible, given i'm just exploring the lore, myths, cards... so reading this makes me truly happy! ♡

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I don't usually make requests so this may be silly or self indulgent but could you write something with all LIs (or at least Zayne heheh) where the reader works a customer service job and is exhausted and overwhelmed and tired of being yelled at by customers but doesn't say anything at first since most of the guys work "more difficult" (and/or more impressive) jobs? But then one day it just seems to all bubble up? Hurt/comfort type beat perhaps? Haha anyway this may be silly but I'm this close to quitting my retail job so... Need encouragement anyway I can get it LOL

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh boy, do i know what this is like... my heart goes out to everyone who is currently working in customer service! you're doing an amazing job Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡ hope this is useful in some way, dear anonnie! stay strong.~ (and by the way, i added the situation first, and then each reaction, just in case you guys think i got my layout wrong 𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯)

it became too much.

putting up a polite voice, greeting people all day, having to stay calm when someone screamed at you because of their own incompetence…

ranting about it with your colleagues wasn't enough, because the only viable solution you all came up with was to quit.

but that wasn't possible; not for you.

not until you knew you'd find a stable job as soon as you left this one.

you didn't tell your boyfriend at first, why would you?

he has a much more stressful job, yet he never complains. maybe you're too soft? maybe you're too sensitive?

whatever it is, it stops you from coming home and decompressing. you just smile, vaguely answer about your day, and move on.

but enough was enough, and one particular day, you had a grown man yelling at you because his card was declined.

it was awful, he was aggressive, you were insulted —almost to the point of either crying, or slamming something on his head.

your manager was called, your colleagues tried to calm you down…

and that day, when you came home and your boyfriend kissed your forehead tenderly…

you couldn't take it anymore.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

you pulled away immediately, as if his kiss burned.

you tried not to crumble, because you didn't want him to comfort you.

you thought it would be selfish on your end; having your extraordinary boyfriend leaving his own burdens just to deal with what you thought meant little in comparison.

but you just couldn't anymore, and after one word escaped your lips, it led to a bunch of raging sentences, expressions, complaints to follow.

he saw your expression, and his heart tightened in the spot.

he wanted to hold you close, but you were overwhelmed, pushing him away as you spat your feelings through your loud sobbing.

“...and i'm sick and tired! how can people be so dense?!”

you paced around, repeatedly pushing your hair back and letting your emotions overflow you.

he tried to reach out, but stopped himself.

you should let it all out, and he wanted to know exactly what was going through your head.

when you seemingly stopped to catch your breath, he approached slowly, gently lifting your chin up.

“baby… why haven't you told me?”

and everything goes down again.

you laugh in disbelief, stepping back and sniffling, trying your best to clean your teary face with your sleeves.

“why would i? my job is useless next to yours, caleb! i shouldn't even be complaining, you probably deal with more every da—!”

“that's enough.”

he stops you, not abruptly.

but not as gently as he wanted to.

you stare up at him, and while your eyes are wide and puffy from crying; his are serious and hurt.

“are you implying that your pain doesn't matter, because i have my own pain to deal with?”

“caleb—”

“no, baby. listen to your own words. that's what you're basically saying to me.”

you stay quiet, as he cups your cheeks tenderly.

“i'm not stupid, i've noticed your tensed-up shoulders, i've been listening to your vague responses for days, i've seen how you struggle to get up, knowing you'll have to work. i've been waiting, baby.”

he now takes your hands in his, brushing them with his thumbs.

“i've been waiting for you to finally rely on me. and now i find out… it's been me who's been holding you back?”

your breath hitches, and you finally realize how your words may have come across.

“caleb… i just… i didn't want to worry you with something as dumb as work issues.”

“worry me,” he quickly says, now kissing your knuckles after bringing your hands to his lips. “worry me, baby, tell me everything, tell me what bothers you, what pains you. i can take it, i want to take it all away from you; that's what i'm here for.”

but you know it is unfair.

you know you don't want to trouble him, when he never troubles you.

“lebbie, i… you never bother me with your problems either. i don't want to always let you carry my burdens.”

he kisses the tip of your nose, his breathing a bit shaky.

“as soon as i have you in my arms, all of my problems disappear. you always help me, pips. always. let me do that for you, let me help you, yeah?”

his sunset-like eyes shine intensely, almost desperately.

“please…”

it breaks him to see your distress, and it also breaks him to know you've been hiding it from him, thinking it wasn't worthy of his concern.

you're always worthy, you're the most important thing in his life; the reason he lives and breathes for.

seeing his pleading expression, you finally sigh out and hug him, letting yourself cry in his arms, as he listens to you —about the hell you've been living at work, about your frustration and ongoing stress.

you are trusting him, and he's quietly listening, caressing your back and hugging you tight.

you are also trusting that he'll take your burdens away, and make them all disappear while he holds you and whispers how good you've been doing, how you don't have to keep everything to yourself ever again.

and as he guides you to your shared bedroom, he'll remind you through soft and lingering touches that the only thing that matters to him is you.

your problems are his, too.

and your distress?

it's always his to take away.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

after parting ways, he noticed you were clenching your jaw and averting your gaze.

he playfully checks his breath, still unaware of your inner turmoil.

“what, do i have a fishy breath?”

you took a shaky deep breath before mumbling.

“i'm tired.”

he caressed your hair soon after, grinning softly.

“well, why don't we go to our room and—”

“no, i'm tired! tired of everything!”

you lashed out, throwing your bags down and walking off, tears starting to stream down your cheeks.

he was left stunned, and he approached cautiously… only for you to pull away, looking back at him in pure distress.

“my pearl, what's wrong? talk to me, please…”

but you stayed silent, debating whether it was worth it or not.

your body was shaking, your fists were clenched, you felt drained, and yet, rafayel was looking at you as always; as his precious love.

you couldn't take it, not right now.

“ugh, forget it! it's just a stupid thing… you have better things to focus on anyway.”

and with that, you turned around, ready to keep crying upstairs, or find a way to decompress without burdening him with such insignificant issues.

however, he blocked your path quickly, his gaze now serious.

no playfulness, no confusion.

just… pure contemplation and worry.

“better things? what better things?”

he tilted his head, and even when he still looked as always, you noticed his demeanor changing drastically.

“… rafayel, don't.”

he shook his head, approaching you quietly.

“no, my pearl. what better things?”

he was curious too, because as far as he knew, there was nothing better than focusing on you —and you only.

but upon being confronted with your own words, you couldn't hide it anymore.

“your art, your work, the deadlines, the exhibitions, everything. your work is so much more demanding than mine, and yet i… i…”

“you what?”

he leaned in and brushed the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs.

“i feel like i can't handle anything anymore… it's draining me, even when it's just something as simple as dealing with customers.”

he tilted his head before smiling softly —not to mock you, but rather in disbelief.

“cutie, what are you saying?”

“raf, i'm serious…”

“and so am i. how long have you been dealing with this?”

“for a while…”

you answered quietly, making him sigh. he pulled you in for a hug, and his long fingers started to get rid of your uniform, piece by piece.

given his pace, and the soft kisses on your forehead, you knew he didn't have a different intention right now, because he guided you to the bathroom, ready to prepare a warm bath for you.

and as you finally felt the warm water against your skin, you allowed yourself to keep crying, feeling overwhelmed by the memories of today and the stress you've been dealing with.

thankfully for you, you had your boyfriend kneeling by your side, tracing gentle figures on your cheek and arms.

“you do such a demanding job, cutie. dealing with stressful people, having to constantly assume responsibilities that don't belong to you… why would you think otherwise?”

you looked up at him, and you knew this wasn't fair.

he waited until you were here to finally “confront” you, as he knew you'd be too relaxed to fight or argue back.

“and why would you compare our problems? my job is nothing next to yours, my pearl. you do so much every day, here, there… for me, for others. you're amazing.”

he played with your hair before standing up and removing his clothes to join you.

“i'm so proud of you, you know that, right? it's important for me that you know so…”

the bathtub became cramped, and the water splashed as he came for you, pulling you to his chest.

you decided to listen, rather than justifying your reasoning. after all, hearing his words made you realize you had the biggest support by your side, and you'd been depriving yourself of this much-needed relief and encouragement.

and he'd ensure to make up for all the nights he didn't notice your stress, —kiss by kiss— because how could he be so blind to your problems?

how could he let his adoration suffer alone?

never again.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

you did a great job masking your stress these past days.

but right now?

after feeling sylus' lips in a reassuring and simple gesture that usually made you smile?

it sent you into overdrive.

you pulled away from him, starting to shake from the rage, the stress, the desperation.

you inhaled sharply, avoiding his gaze as you tried to hide in the bathroom, in your shared bedroom, anywhere but in front of him.

because you felt so vulnerable under his gaze, and you didn't want to appear weak —not in front of your strong, capable boyfriend.

and especially not because of your “simple” job.

needless to say, he was alerted.

his arms immediately wrapped around you from behind, and even when you squirmed and tried to pull back, clearly overwhelmed, he stayed in place.

he knew better than to let you go.

and after a futile attempt to escape his grasp, —not because you didn't want him to hold you, but because you felt ridiculous— you finally started crying, shaking against his chest.

he didn't speak, he also didn't ask questions. he just stayed there, with his arms secured around your waist just so you didn't crumble nor break down further.

after a few minutes, you finally dared to speak.

you would have to, anyway.

there was no way sylus would let you go without telling him exactly what was going on, and it was better now than never.

“i… i can't deal with it anymore, i swear i've tried but… it's draining me, and i don't know what to do...”

again, no words on his end, as if he was waiting for the full picture before contemplating whether to advise you, or just comfort you.

“i'm tired, people can be so… so demanding and… the worst part is that i've been keeping it from you, because it is so, so stupid and lame next to the things you do, and...”

you sobbed, eyes closed, just feeling his breathing against your neck as he leaned down just a bit to cover your body with his.

and after minutes of silence, he finally speaks up.

“what happened today?”

you turned around to face his chest, still sniffling and trying to wipe away your tears.

you recounted every detail, every feeling, every reaction.

his gaze darkened upon listening to what you had to endure, and he knew this wasn't a one-time incident.

nonetheless, he was also a bit taken aback by your drastic take.

you've been suppressing everything… just because you thought your problems are nothing compared to his?

that's not acceptable, at all.

and it hurts him, because you thought you had to go through this alone…

like he wouldn't care.

even when you weren't looking at him, you started to feel the weight of his gaze; his own inner turmoil as his eyebrows furrowed very, very slightly.

yet still, his hands were tender when wiping away your tears, when cradling your head, when pulling you against his chest.

“if something drains you, we both deal with it,” he started. his voice was muffled against your head, soft, yet serious. “if someone drains you, i deal with them.”

your breath hitched at the implication, but you couldn't interrupt him.

“you are allowed to fall apart. not everything has to be justified nor compared. if it hurts, that is enough.”

he kissed the crown of your hair, while his hands caressed your back in a grounding motion.

“don't downplay your feelings. don't even think about it again.”

you looked up into his eyes for the first time, and you whined softly.

because all you could see was sheer adoration.

he could never see you as weak.

he could never dismiss your emotions, no matter how small or dumb you thought they were.

he was there, he always would, and you felt guilty for thinking he wouldn't care.

especially since he has proven countless times that he can and will take the pain away from you, never making it feel like it's a burden.

because it wasn't.

when he holds you a bit closer, when he kisses your lips with both gentleness and a bit of desperation for you to understand, you feel safe.

in his arms, the world feels a little less cruel.

because if it ever tried to break you again…

sylus would break it first.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

he noticed right away after pulling back that something wasn't right.

you didn't relax when he kissed you, as you usually did.

your shoulders were still tense, your eyes remained closed, but they were twitching.

you were biting your inner cheek, as if trying to hold yourself together, but barely managing to do so.

his eyebrows knitted together in worry, and he leaned in slightly, just to study your expression better…

and you opened your eyes.

it only took one question on his end for you to finally break.

“what is it, my starlight?”

before he could cup one of your cheeks, you shook your head and started crying, knees falling to the floor as the weight from today and all these other days became too much.

he was holding you within seconds, his arms embracing you tightly as you shook and sobbed.

he was concerned, searching for the right words to say, but he was also clueless about the situation and the mental state you were currently in.

when you clung to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, he whispered in your ear with that soft voice of his, reminding you of his presence.

“i'm here, i got you… i got you, you're safe now.”

he didn't need to say more, because you were starting to calm down, even when your breathing was still ragged, and you were hiccuping after crying so intensely.

he kissed your temple, and you looked into his eyes, only to start feeling guilty.

he was here, kneeling in front of you, clearly concerned and ready to do whatever it takes to see you happy again…

and all because of your job, which does not compare to his at all.

how come he, who puts himself in danger and has lots of things on his plate, was comforting you?

he noticed your silence, and he caressed your hair. he then nodded lightly, as if encouraging you to speak your mind.

“work was… work was awful today. and yesterday, and the day before…” you said, feeling both embarrassed and weak, on top of the exhaustion and overwhelm you've been dealing with. “and i am tired of feeling this helpless, this… weak. it shouldn't be this hard, it's supposed to be an easy job, and even so, i can't even deal with these stupid feelings—!”

he cut you off softly, his brows now furrowed.

“stupid feelings?”

his eyes narrowed too, but not out of anger.

out of hurt for you.

“you're not weak; you're exhausted, drained. that's not the same.”

he shook his head, looking down briefly.

“you talk to people all day, most of whom treat you like trash. yet you always go back to work and do your best. every day, without fail.”

his eyes locked back on yours, and you saw the intensity in them.

“i hate that you went through all of this by yourself, thinking i wouldn't get it.”

“xav, that's not—”

you quickly tried to explain, but he interrupted again.

“that's exactly it, starlight. you're not quitting yet, i get that. but stop pretending this is normal anymore. come to me, scream, cry, rant… anything. just don't bottle it up anymore, as if i wasn't here to hear you out.”

you were silent, and he noticed he might have come across as stern, or even mad.

he once again softened his tone, and his hands pulled you to his lap as he sat on the floor.

“don't call your feelings stupid ever again… don't insult that precious heart of yours, not in front of me, at least.”

and your hands fisted his shirt, because all you wanted to do right now was cry once again.

he was totally right. all of these days of punishing yourself unconsciously by not seeking the comfort and support you most definitely needed, were unnecessary.

he noticed your watery eyes, and he kissed your temple, trailing down until his lips met your tear-stained cheeks.

“i can't do this alone anymore…”

you confessed, letting him in, letting him take care of something that wasn't as insignificant as you initially thought.

“you don't have to. you'll never have to again.”

and it was only now that you allowed yourself to believe it, with him holding you tight while grounding your once messy and unstable thoughts with real, heartfelt whispers of reassurance.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

his brows furrowed slightly when he noticed the way your body trembled.

instead of smiling and kissing him back, you swiftly pulled away, avoiding his gaze and his presence.

he knew these symptoms all too well; and he already knew something was wrong and about to get even worse if he didn't handle things cautiously.

“my love.”

he called out, his voice warm and inviting.

“not right now, zayne.”

yours was a stark contrast; sharp and low.

he stayed quiet, not wanting to provoke you further.

however, he could see the way you were trying to hold everything in, the way you still wanted to compose yourself, even in the safe environment that your shared home represented.

“do you need some space?”

as always, he was understanding; never intruding, never forcing you to say what you didn't feel ready to.

it should feel good to have a boyfriend like him.

you should've just said yes and taken a breather…

but instead, you felt bad, because now he was going to worry about you, and how could you hide anything from the only person who truly loves you and cares about every single aspect of your life?

he's too good for you.

tears started to fall down as you looked up at him, and those tears were soon accompanied by sobs.

sobs that turned into ugly, desperate cries and incoherent words about how stressed you are, how bad you feel, how draining everything feels.

for a minute, it was just you breaking down in front of him, as he only looked, trying to put the pieces together and let you spit out all the negativity that's been consuming you.

then, he outstretched his arms, waiting for you to hug him when you felt ready.

and it was instant, as if you were pulled in by a magnetic field.

you clung to him, digging your fingernails into his lab coat while hiding your crying face on his chest.

his arms were around you immediately, and he nuzzled your head with his cheek, closing his eyes as he heard you, felt you, tried to feel the pain for you.

you kept rambling, even when your sentences were a mess, or when you were interrupted by your own ragged breathing.

the fact that he was still in his pristine uniform not only reminded you of his demanding job, but it also reminded you that he just came from a long shift.

and instead of you being the one helping him decompress, he was the one holding you instead.

this only made you sob louder.

zayne gently pulled you away to see your face, and his long, slender fingers caressed your cheeks as if you were made out of porcelain.

you quieted down a little, staring into his loving eyes.

“breathe in, love.”

and you did, as he did it with you.

“out…”

you exhaled shakily, and he kissed your forehead afterward.

“good. do you feel like telling what happened today, or would you rather take some time?”

you shook your head and nuzzled his palm that still rested against your cheek. you took a deep breath once again, and told him what happened.

his expression was unreadable, and you soon began downplaying your distress.

“i'm sorry, zaynie… i know how busy you are; you're probably exhausted, yet here i am, just… complaining about something so stupid.”

he hummed in response, before nudging his nose with yours.

you shut your mouth, noticing how his expression once again changed.

he was hurting.

“don't.”

he whispered against your lips.

“please, don't diminish your feelings like that.”

and soon enough, you started hurting too.

if your heart was able to break when seeing him getting hurt… what made you think his heart wouldn't break just as much when seeing you in so much pain?

what made you think you had to bottle everything up, when the man who lived to see you do well was silently begging for you to trust him with your concerns?

he traced your cheeks with the cold tip of his nose, and left gentle, reverent kisses against your tear-stained skin.

“i am here for you. whatever it is you decide to do from this day on, i will and shall be by your side.”

he now kisses your lips, very, very slowly, his breath slightly shaky, but his left hand steady on your waist.

“when things get overly stressful, come home.”

and you couldn't help but smile, because you knew what he meant.

not to come back to your house, but to come to him; your safe place.

“from now on, promise me you will come to me, my love.”

his lips curled up too upon seeing your weak smile, and when he felt your nose nuzzling his, the room felt lighter.

“i promise.”

and when he kissed your lips again, you finally relaxed, closing your eyes and pulling him closer.

you were finally home.